And soon a branch, part of a hidden scene,The leafy mind, that long was tightly furled,Will turn its private substance into green,And young shoots spread upon our inner world.

What we need is more people who specialize in the impossible.

Beginnings start without shade,Thinner than minnows.The live grass whirls with the sun,Feet run over the simple stones,There's time enough.Behold, in the lout's eye, love.

Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light.

Over every mountain there is a path, although it may not be seen from the valley.

How body from spirit slowly does unwind, until we are pure spirit at the end.

May my silences become more accurate.

Those who are willing to be vulnerable move among mysteries.

Love is not love until love's vulnerable.

I teach my sighs to lengthen into songs.

When I go mad, I call my friends by phone: I am afraid they might think they're alone.

Better to sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunk Christian.

He didn't want me to get hurt? Wow. Just wow. I might actually be close to a swoon here

I like your eyes when you get mad, " I said. "They glow like embers.

I am not where I need to be, but, thank God, I am not where I used to be.

Envy and greed starve on a steady diet of thanksgiving.

The city buildings in the distance are holding up the sky, it seems.

When I use music on stage, the prime directive is to entertain the public, so it is different.

In July everybody you telephone is somewhere else - either on the beach or on vacation, and half the time you're somewhere else too.

Death is turning out the lamp because the dawn has appeared.

Krishna insisted on outer cleanliness and inner cleansing. Clean clothes and clean minds are an ideal combination.