It's wrong what they say about the past, I've learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out.

Attention shifted to him like sunflowers turning to the sun.

hills that stand soft and a sky that stands high and blue, and the sun setting behind a windmill, and always, always, hazy strings of mountains that fall and fall away on the horizon.

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.

And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.

A man who has no conscience, no goodness, does not suffer.

Nothing good came free. Even love. You paid for all things. And if you were poor, suffering was your currency.

But time, it is like charm. You never have as much as you think.

The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.

I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.

Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it.

All people are enslaved by something.

Diplomacy is the delicate weapon of the civilized warrior."- Hun, A. T.

Stocks are bought on expectations, not facts.

When I wake up at 5 in the morning is it just to jog? Definitely not, I give it all of my efforts.

If I'm writing and a chapter isn't coming, I just move ahead.

To work with Kaz on this kind of project is a fascinating process...He seems to be Dogen himself when offering the translations that we Western collaborators then refine with him.

If I was your boyfriend <3

History should not be written to make the present generation feel good but to remind us that human affairs are complicated.

I've been taking a trapeze class for the last couple of years. I'm working on my double back flip right now.

The clear French landscape is as pure as a verse of Racine.