Intuition always has our best interest at heart.

Wonder is not a Pollyanna stance, not a denial of reality; wonder is an acknowledgement of the power of the mind to transform, to notice, to decide what experience shall mean.

When you’re stuck in a spiral, to change all aspects of the spin you need only to change one thing.

Writing bridges the inner and outer worlds and connects the paths of action and reflection.

Words are how we think; stories are how we link.

Journal writing is a voyage to the interior.

In the midst of overwhelming noise and distraction, the voice of story is calling us to remember our true selves.

To work in the world lovingly means that we are defining what we will be for, rather than reacting to what we are against.

The purpose of life is not to maintain personal comfort; it's to grow the soul.

Spiritual life is contractual. The sacred cannot dialogue with the unresponsive.

Creatures of a very particular making, we need to know the cultural blinders that narrow our world view as well as the psychological blinders that narrow our view of our personal experience.

Sometimes I arrive just when God's ready to have somone click the shutter.

I trutly believe we are a rollercoaster, we are up, down have twist´s, but at the end, you discover you had join it.

Get to know your characters as well as you can let there be something at stake, and then let the chips fall where they may.

Given my own circumstances, I find that anything can turn out to belong nearly anywhere.

Well, I’ve been in several films including documentaries, but the big blockbuster, I was hired as advisor to the actors, I was trying to make Jesuits out of them.

Narcissus never wrote well nor was a friend.

Well, I think of the folks who are the climate deniers as the flat Earthers and the people who say the moon landings never happened.

Some say he never blinks, and that he roams around the woods at night foraging for wolves. All we know is he’s called the Stig.

I honestly think people are tired of reading about me.

It's often hilarious to me that I'm writing about Tonga or some tropical place and there's a blizzard outside and the cows are on their backs with their hooves in the air.