My generation is now the door to memory. That is why I am remembering.

I've always had a theory that some of us are born with nerve endings longer than our bodies

If you do not answer the noise and urgency of your gifts, they will turn on you. Or drag you down with their immense sadness at being abandoned.

A story matrix connects all of us. There are rules, processes, and circles of responsibility in this world. And the story begins exactly where it is supposed to begin. We cannot skip any part.

Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their families, their histories too. Talk to them, listen to them. They are alive poems.

There is no separation. We are all from the same place. As long as there is respect and acknowledgement of connections, things continue working. When that stops we all die.

Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.

Remember that you are all people and that all people are you.

But come here, Fear. / I am alive! / And you are so afraid / of dying.

There is no poetry where there are no mistakes.

True power does not amass through the pain and suffering of others.

Have you ever seen a god laugh? It makes you catch your breath and feel hopeful and shivery and excited all at the same time. That's how it was watching Cal.

A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.

Listening to a speech by [Neville] Chamberlain is like paying a visit to Woolworth's, everything in its place and nothing above sixpence.

Don't Let them fool you or even try to school you

I think anybody who tries to follow the conventional Hollywood rule, will probably be better liked than the ones who try to think a little bit out of the box.

It was in a way a comforting idea; if there was all the time in the world, then the happenings of a given moment became less important.

This blessed gift of smoking!

He who cannot exaggerate is not qualified to utter truth.

Remy you're my king." I hug him hard. "There's no chess game for me without you.

Clever, but schoolteacher beat him anyway to show him that definitions belonged to the definers - not the defined.