Where are you?’‘I am between the light and the waves.

Like Salvador Dali’s paintings of watches melting in the sand, time wanders at its own curious pace whenever you’re on vacation in a foreign country.

Find a way to learn something from every disappointment.

Barely halfway back, exhaustion sets in. What if I don’t make it? An edge of panic gets intercepted by a calmer inner voice: Look behind you.

Out here on the water, it’s a fine line between feeling in control and losing it altogether.

Instead of falling, I am dancing with the wind.

Flip a coin. Life or death. Heads or tails. You never know.

If there’s a takeaway from working here, it’s an understand that, as bioorganisms, we are a walking time bomb programed for cellular self-destruction. Not if, when.

Lucid dreams often feel like this—as if you are observing yourself from a point over your shoulders-arm flexed, hands curving around the boom, breathing, in three dimensional silence.

There are two kinds of special events: planned and unplanned.

Inside, my spirit is sparkling like foam on the crest of a wave at high tide under a full moon.

As a result, your subconscious mind will do its best to keep you from a successful marriage, because you have a disagreement between your consciousness and sub consciousness

Be honest. Be truthful. If you tell lies, you lose your credibility.

Conflict is just another chance for agreement.

If your parents died suddenly, Sandro understood, your home was wherever you were, and now you were from nowhere. Your parents were your provenance. Dead, you had no provenance.

You can fool some of the people all of the time and all of the people some of the time but you cannot fool all of the people all the time.

I am usually part of any disaster at a wedding if I'm a bridesmaid, which I've been lucky enough to be several times.

Where did she come from, and where can I find one?" "Picked this one up at a gas station in West Virginia, bargain price. Last one on the shelf, sorry.

Water is the mirror that has the ability to show us what we cannot see.

Each day, the American housewife turns toward television as toward a lover. She feels guilty about it, and well she might, for he's covered with warts and is only after her money.

We take for granted the slow miracle whereby water in the irrigation of a vineyard becomes wine. It is only when Christ turns water into wine, in a quick motion, as it were, that we stand amazed.