I wake expectant, hoping to see a new thing.

How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.

No one escapes the wilderness on the way to the promised land.

At a certain point, you say to the woods, to the sea, to the mountains, the world, Now I am ready. Now I will stop and be wholly attentive. You empty yourself and wait, listening.

A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days. It is a scaffolding on which a worker can stand and labor with both hands at sections of time.

As a life's work, I would remember everything - everything, against loss. I would go through life like a plankton net.

Experiencing the present purely is being empty and hollow; you catch grace as a man fills his cup under a waterfall.

According to Inuit culture in Greenland, a person possesses six or seven souls. The souls take the form of tiny people scattered throughout the body.

The answer must be, I think, that beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. The least we can do is try to be there.

I had been my whole life a bell, and never knew it until at that moment I was lifted and struck.

The dedicated life is worth living. You must give with your whole heart.

It takes a lot of courage to be happy.

If we rest, we shall renewal our strength.

He was desire, and I was his prisoner, chained up by his kisses. Submissive to his touch.

I have always loved books, and as a mother, I wanted to share my passion for reading with my children.

Come on up, boys -I'm dead.

Study to know Him more and more, for the more you know, the more you will love Him.

You can't top that remark for hypocrisy or the setting for irony. It isn't the middle class who write $32,500 checks. Those who do expect something in return. They've been getting it.

I guess the only way I could describe myself is someone that lives right in the present.

The extent of my personal BMX adventures were all [on] dirt tracks. But just the aesthetic of it that early-to-mid-'80s BMX is something that's just part of me.

And somewhere in heaven, Versace sheds a single, perfect tear.