What does myself now say to me?"Open the door of Mystery.

Where joy in an old pencil is not absurd.

So let the world go, but hold fast to joy.

I am not ready to die, But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom

But tears are an indulgence. Memory sings.

A bolt that raised her heart to blazing heightAnd made the vertical the very thrust of hope, And found its path at last(Slow work of Grace).

...when the petals fallSay it is beautiful and good, say it is well

It is time I came back to my real lifeAfter this voyage to an island with no name, Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with light.

I can tell you that solitudeIs not all exaltation, inner spaceWhere the soul breaths and work can be done.Solitude exposes the nerve, Raises up ghosts.The past, never at rest, flows through it.

The problem with spiritual procrastination is the uncertain time of the deadline.

If the bees disappear, man would have only four years of life left.

No matter how painful something is, you have to take it. I saw that in both my parents.

There's a whole lot of evil in the world looks pretty on the outside.

If I could reach from pole to pole or grasp the ocean with a span, I would be measured by the soul The mind's the standard of the Man.

I don't even listen to rap. My apartment is too nice to listen to rap in.

Prison is not a place for humans. Period. It's just an animal house.

It has served us well, this myth of Christ.

In my early 20s, I didn't even know what the Groundlings was. I had no idea. But I know how to break down a script and work on the character.

When time permits, I try to see interesting people in the cities I visit. In Seattle, I met Paul Allen, the co-founder of Microsoft, who is shy in personality but flamboyant in his philanthropy.