Life gives us what we need when we need it; receiving what it gives us is a whole other thing.

I always tell my students, about the biggest baddest things in life you must try to write small and light, save the big writing for the unexpected tiny thing that always makes or breaks a story.

Dogs change lives. Half Buddha, half Bozo, they keep us tethered to the earth, and teach us to fly. Our dogs are our sanity keepers.

When I was a little kid, I used to walk miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles of railroad tracks.

I've been to a lot of school and read a lot of thick books, but at my very core there's a made-for-TV-movie mentality I don't think i will ever shake.

Movement helps keep me centered. I am a disaster, for instance, at sitting meditation, but I'm pretty decent at walking meditation.

I've always said the toughest thing about learning to feel your feelings is that then you have to feel your feelings.

Stillness is a harder concept for me than ecstasy, but I can imagine it best when I am fully present and paying strict attention to a place I am moving through.

One thing I'm always thinking about myself is what am I willing to make up? And the answer is not much.

It's September 21st, a day I love for the balance it carries with it.

There was something about the prairie for me—it wasn’t where I had come from, but when I moved there it just took me in and I knew I couldn’t ever stop living under that big sky.

A commitment to never getting knocked down is in reality a decision to never stand up.

The procedure, not yet approved in the United States or in Europe, was a form of stem cell therapy.

Both choices are painful but only one is therapeutic.

And I saw that the sacred hoop of my people as one of many hoops that made one circle.

Lightning seems a thought, which instead of being attached to a brain, is attached to an electric current.

Things which are different in order simply to be different are seldom better, but that which is made to be better is almost always different.

There seems to be no unexpressed self in animals, as if they are as fully themselves in flesh as possible, with no lag of consciousness to fill up, while we keep trying to grow into something else.

I'm not someone who's endlessly patient and wonderful.

I sometimes think Adam and Eve were Russians. They didn't have a roof over their head, nothing to wear, but they had one apple between them and they thought that was Paradise.

I'm 62 years old. Am I old enough to win a lifetime achievement award? Yes, I am. Thank you very much.