The universe is made of stories, not of atoms.

What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open.

However confused the scene of our life appears, however torn we may be who now do face that scene, it can be faced, and we can go on to be whole.

As we live our truths, we will communicate across all barriers, speaking for the sources of peace. Peace that is not lack of war, but fierce and positive.

Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry.

The journey is my home.

If we look long enough and hard enough ... we will begin to see the connections that bind us together, and when we recognize those connections, we will begin to change the world.

The sources of poetry are in the spirit seeking completeness.

If there were no poetry on any day in the world, poetry would be invented that day. For there would be an intolerable hunger.

Reality is the completion of experience.

Never to despise in myself what I have been taught to despise. Nor to despise the other. Not to despise the it. To make this relation with the it: to know that I am it.

Jesus kept it simple. The lesson wasn't complicated. 'I speak

Concentrate on what you want to say to yourself and your friends. Follow your inner moonlight

Two fairies were sleeping peacefully on his bed. Dinnie was immediately depressed. He knew that he did not have enough money to see a therapist.

Home is not necessarily, where the heart is. It is also, where good food, people, and sanity resides.even if that accounts for a house, with no people in it.

Sometimes, 'someday' means 'I know it will never happen'.

The road to Lourdes is littered with crutches, but not one wooden leg.

Despair and postponement are cowardice and defeat. Men were born to succeed, not to fail.

Maps were so much easier than words. Words had a way of getting muddled, or meaning two things at once.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained. And venture belongs to the adventurous.

Never put anything on paper, my boy, and never trust a man with a small black moustache.