Write down everything you fear in life.Burn it.Pour herbal oil with a sweet scent on the ashes.

Patience is a power unto itself.

She's magic, Cassandra. A single flower blooming in an endless desert.

I must not imagine what is ‘not’ as a means of escaping what ‘is’. Rather, I must understand what ‘is’ and imagine how I can make it what it is ‘not’.

If there were dreams to sell, what would you buy?

Listen, I have to spend every single day living with me, so I know for a fact; I'm lovely, I'm completely lovely.

I have a recurring fantasy that one more article has been added to the Bill of Rights: the right to free access to imagination.

It pays to trust your instinct.

The sheik is, thank God, still alive and this hurts Bush who promised to his people to kill Osama.

Is today the day? Am I ready? Am I doing all I need to do? Am I being the person I want to be?

When you are present, the world is truly alive.