I take my hand back, like a leaf letting go. It hurts too much to hang on. So why does it hurt so much to let go?

I know so many words. It's perplexing to come across so many I don't.

My life's a tangle of past and present, like two separate puzzles with their pieces tumbled together. Nothing fits.

My emotions swirl like leaves caught in the breath of a dust devil, and the only thing I can seem to hold onto is the anger.

My sister don't talk much. When she does, it's only to me, in moth-winged whispers, and only when we're alone.

He said the truth is like that water: it doesn't matter how hard you try to bury it

You must be fully awake in the divine journey.

Even if times are tough and you're enduring a terrible heartache, it's important to focus your anger on a vibrator, not another person.

A bold heart is half the battle.

We must act as if we answer to, and only answer to, our Ancestors, our children, and the unborn.

Science is something that you have facts. They can be tested. They can be checked. Heterosexual AIDS, another one.

Even if you do learn to speak correct English, whom are you going to speak it to?

Look for solutions, not problems.

The dynamo of our economic system is self-interest which may range from mere petty greed to admirable types of self-expression.

The most shocking act, closely examined, is just a louder version of some habitual gesture.