What is important is the moment of opening a life and feeling it touch--with an electric hiss and cry--this speckled mineral sphere, our present world.

How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.

No one escapes the wilderness on the way to the promised land.

At a certain point, you say to the woods, to the sea, to the mountains, the world, Now I am ready. Now I will stop and be wholly attentive. You empty yourself and wait, listening.

A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days. It is a scaffolding on which a worker can stand and labor with both hands at sections of time.

As a life's work, I would remember everything - everything, against loss. I would go through life like a plankton net.

Experiencing the present purely is being empty and hollow; you catch grace as a man fills his cup under a waterfall.

According to Inuit culture in Greenland, a person possesses six or seven souls. The souls take the form of tiny people scattered throughout the body.

The answer must be, I think, that beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. The least we can do is try to be there.

I had been my whole life a bell, and never knew it until at that moment I was lifted and struck.

The dedicated life is worth living. You must give with your whole heart.

Prayer is the starting point for every decision you make.

A journey to try is not worthy to start, better to love none than starting over in relationships and getting dropped like a coin that won't get tossed.

No one would remember the Good Samaritan if he'd only had good intentions he had money as well.

Merciless criticism and independent thinking are the two necessary traits of revolutionary thinking.

Baseball is like a poker game. Nobody wants to quit when he's losing; nobody wants you to quit when you're ahead.

Now that I've got kids, it's become really important for me on the health front to try to buy as much organic produce as possible.

I know where I'm going musically. I can see my pattern and I'm going much slower than I thought I'd be going.

The New York Times made you or broke you.

If the Lord should once more give us sunshine and I do not give you enough fighting, I will never ask you to come out again.

Are your eyelashes like your hair?” “Yes. They’re very beautiful—want to see?” Her lips twitched. “Vanity is a sin,Bluebell.” “When you have it, flaunt it, I say.” -Elena and Illium