My arms sometimes move on their own in big flapping motions, as if I might take off, and my hands spin like a hummingbird’s wings.

We are part of a system that includes trees. Without trees, we will eventually all

The branches are a storm around me, and I fall into a deep well of green. The needles and limbs rush past. It is a whirling motion of green and brown branches.

I saw the Eagle Tree for the first time on the third Monday of the month of March, which I guess could be considered auspicious if I believed in magic or superstition or religion...

This tree was a vast cylinder of wood. It filled the sky. The limbs reached out above me, a great canopy sheltering the rest of the trees, as if they were its children.

The trees reach up above me toward the sky, stretching out their great limbs in an intricate pattern that reminds me of the pattern of light... the pattern shifting back and forth as I climb.

I am self-reliant, I am accountable, I am determined, I am strong, I am...the scarce minority.

If you, like, consciously think about being cool, you're not cool. If you consciously think about being, like, different or original, you ain't different or original.

You throw a person in the river and then make a spectacle of jumping in to save them.

Two people see each across a room or their skin brushes. Their souls recognize the person as their own. It doesn't need time to figure it. The soul always knows... whether it's right or wrong.

The key to happiness - as any good fairy godmother will tell you - is not to avoid problems, but to overcome them.

We believe each other into being.

The first thing a fascist regime does is burn books. To not have them around would mean to make sure they're not written in the first place.

There is but a step between a proud man's glory and his disgrace.

I never wanted to be a pundit.

God is present in everything. In the universe in creation, in me and all that happens to me, in my brothers and sisters, in the church - everywhere.