To write requires an ego, a belief that what you say matters. Writing also requires an aching curiosity leading you to discover, uncover, what is gnawing at your bones.

To be whole. To be complete. Wildness reminds us what it means to be human, what we are connected to rather than what we are separate from.

The Eyes of the Future are looking back at us and they are praying for us to see beyond our own time.

I pray to the birds because they remind me of what I love rather than what I fear. And at the end of my prayers, they teach me how to listen.

The world is holy. We are holy. All life is holy. Daily prayers are delivered on the lips of breaking waves, the whisperings of grasses, the shimmering of leaves.

Despair shows us the limit of our imagination. Imaginations shared create collaboration, collaboration creates community, and community inspires social change.

Finding beauty in a broken world is creating beauty in the world we find.

Creativity involves breaking out of established patterns in order to look at things in a different way.

the unexpected action of deep listening can create a space of transformation capable of shattering complacency and despair.

There are two important days in a woman's life: the day she is born and the day she finds out why.

Our power lies in our love of our homelands.

The things that preoccupy our minds can help us achieve a long term goal if we have an intention to fulfill our dreams.

When you are rich, your past disappears. You get everything you want when you want it . . . Everyone wants to know you. Everyone wants to be your friend.

the only thing that really gets hurt when you try and change time is yourself.

Golf is played by twenty million mature American men whose wives think they are out having fun.

But if it comes down to next year, I'll be picketing outside of Halas Hall for a new deal, a new contract, because I'm not going anyplace.

I guess I write four or five hours a day, but I do it seven days a week. It's very disciplined, yes, but it's joy for me.

Someone once asked me what was the weirdest question I was ever asked. And I was stymied.

If we keep treating our most important values as meaningless relics, that's exactly what they'll become.

I discovered that I am tired of being a person. Not just tired of being the person I was, but any person at all