I have always known a thing before it happens.

I hid my deepest feelings so well I forgot where I placed them.

My mother said I was a clingy kid until I was about four. I also remember that from the age of eight she and I fought almost every day.

If you can't change your fate, change your attitude.

So sad! This is the saddest part when you lose someone you love- that person keeps changing. And later you wonder, Is this the same person I lost?

I am like a falling star who has finally found her place next to another in a lovely constellation, where we will sparkle in the heavens forever.

Writing is an extreme privilege but it's also a gift. It's a gift to yourself and it's a gift of giving a story to someone.

I was six when my mother taught me the art of invisible strength..."strongest wind cannot be seen."

How can you blame a person for his fears and weaknesses unless you have felt the same and done differently?

Libraries are the pride of the city.

Who knows where inspiration comes from. Perhaps it arises from desperation. Perhaps it comes from the flukes of the universe, the kindness of the muses.

Old enemies must be friends when a greater evil looms.

Death is nature's way of killing you.

It's a dark culture that we live in. But you were called to glow in the dark.

In my own little way, I feel like I'm part of a group of writers who care deeply about pushing the essay forward.

Humor is the balance of the tonal. Within the tonal you've got reason and humor. The two balance each other so that the tonal can accept and understand the journeys into the nagual.

Without its daydreams, the self is apt to shrink down to the size and shape of the estimation of others

The road to Hell is paved with the bones of priests and monks, and the skulls of bishops are the lamp posts that light the path.

I’ll go and help. (Chris) What are we supposed to do with you, Chris? Lob you at them? (Wulf)

If ever the search for a tranquil belief should end, The future might stop emerging out of the past, Out of what is full of us; yet the search And the future emerging out of us seem to be one.

Science can tell us what exists; but to compare the worths, both of what exists and of what does not exist, we must consult not science, but what Pascal calls our heart.