The knowing, I told myself, is only a vapor of the mind, and yet it can wreck havok with one's sanity.

Look in the mirror. The face that pins you with its double gaze reveals a chastening secret.

Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains...

I don't want to get to the end of my life and find that I lived just the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well.

It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between.

I swear I will not dishonor my soul with hatred, but offer myself humbly as a guardian of nature, as a healer of misery, as a messenger of wonder, as an architect of peace.

Wonder is the heaviest element on the periodic table. Even a tiny fleck of it stops time.

No matter how politely one says it, we owe our existence to the farts of blue-green algae.

Words are such small things, like confetti in the brain, and yet they are color and clarify everything, they can stain the mind or warp the feelings.

The heart is a museum, filled with the exhibits of a lifetime's loves.

We live on the leash of our senses. There is no way in which to understand the world without first detecting it through the radar-net of our senses.

Amazement + Gratitude + Openness + Appreciation = an irresistible field of energy

Sleep is the best cure for waking troubles.

Too many professional development initiatives are done to teachers - not for, with or by them.

When you are doing stand-up comedy, you are the writer, producer, director, sometimes bouncer.

holes are interesting. there are books about holes.

Little cute thing said, what's yo' name? I put my necklace in her face and told her read the chain.

But they (the infantry) had no use for boys of twelve and thirteen, and before I had a chance in another war, the desire to kill people to whom I had not been introduced had passed away.

It isn't the mountains that wear you out; it's the pebble in your shoe.

To me, Twitter seems like a way for people to just let the world know about the most mundane bullshit that crosses their mind.

I know so little about any history. How little do I know even about the history of myself.