. . . Like ashes of gold in a cinnamon-flame, My youthful desires have been burnt with the years– And tonight in the chilling sunset-windA cicada, singing, weighs on my heart.

And suddenly you realize: you are in every dot of the universe vanishing and arising.

I have learned that the first step to letting go is to accept the facts.

The nagual is the superconscious. It's nirvana. It's the unknown that cannot be explained or reasoned.

Remorse sleeps during a prosperous period but wakes up in adversity.

If I stay, they'll kill me... If I go, at least everything that wants me dead won't be taking it personally.

The light is reached not by turning back from the darkness, but by going through it.

The fly in her argument is that when she says, 'they' will feel like lemons, we don't know who 'they' are. And 'they' might BE lemons.

We need very much a name to describe a cultivator of science in general. I should incline to call him a scientist. [The first use of the word.]

Life's short, so if you're going to spend months doing something, it's gotta be pretty special... But I'm very happy to enter my Baby Jane years, and hopefully segue into the Ruth Gordon years.