We wait, starving for moments of high magic to inspire us, but life is full of common enchantment waiting for our alchemists eyes to notice.

Blessed are the weird people: poets, misfits, writersmystics, painters, troubadoursfor they teach us to see the world through different eyes.

Every pain, addiction, anguish, longing, depression, anger or fearis an orphaned part of usseeking joy, some disowned shadow wanting to returnto the lightand homeof ourselves.

Living is art.Breathing and heart beating is music.Seeing is painting the world with our eyes.Touching is sculpting the shape of everything.Life is the most intense art of all.

Writer's block is just another name for fear.

With poetry and writing, the question isn’t “do you know the right words?”.The real question is, “can you make words from the unwordable, chisel blocks of raw silence into shapes and touch our souls?

We are doing the most important possible work in the world when we open the door and reveal our creative nature. It is the work of the Universe itself.

Dare to dream again.For dreaming is the language of your soul, And nothing your soul truly desires could ever be wrong or impossible.

Your enormous soul had so many choices of who it could show up as. It chose you.

... that when you're buying books, you're optimistically thinking you're buying the time to read them.(Paraphrase of Schopenhauer)

Live what you be, not what you see.

Some of the braver say I am mad.

Merlin's pants!" shrieked Hermione, jumping up and running from the room."Merlin's pants?" repeated Ron, looking amused. "She must be really upset.

The five warmest years over the last century occurred in the last eight years.

The purely Great Whose soul no siren passion could unsphere, Thou nameless, now a power and mixed with fate.

We are inclined to think that if we watch a football game or a baseball game, we have taken part in it.

Life is a goddam mess...but you wouldn't want to miss it!

When I go to the line I'm thinking 'All net.' When I don't think that, I'm likely to miss.

Can Christ be in thou heart and thou not know it? Can one king be dethroned and another crowned in thy soul and thou hear no scuffle?