Who wants to be a goddess when we can be human? Perfection is a flaw disguised as control.

To be whole. To be complete. Wildness reminds us what it means to be human, what we are connected to rather than what we are separate from.

The Eyes of the Future are looking back at us and they are praying for us to see beyond our own time.

I pray to the birds because they remind me of what I love rather than what I fear. And at the end of my prayers, they teach me how to listen.

The world is holy. We are holy. All life is holy. Daily prayers are delivered on the lips of breaking waves, the whisperings of grasses, the shimmering of leaves.

Despair shows us the limit of our imagination. Imaginations shared create collaboration, collaboration creates community, and community inspires social change.

Finding beauty in a broken world is creating beauty in the world we find.

Creativity involves breaking out of established patterns in order to look at things in a different way.

the unexpected action of deep listening can create a space of transformation capable of shattering complacency and despair.

There are two important days in a woman's life: the day she is born and the day she finds out why.

Our power lies in our love of our homelands.

Could we ever switch to this or any of the many other rational systems? Unlikely: tradition is difficult to overcome.

Though death might still the show, life would be the most critiqued act of our existence. Own your stage.

Reflect upon your present blessings -- of which every man has many -- not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.

A good gulp of hot whisky at bedtime - it's not very scientific but it helps.

For somehow this disease inheres in tyranny, never to trust one's friends.

The minds of different generations are as impenetrable one by the other as are the monads of Leibniz.

I've learned that life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes.

I don't like slugs and tentacles and calamari or anything. Actually, tentacles made me turn into a vegetarian in high school. I'm not anymore, but in high school, we were dissecting squid.

That maybe you should make the most of what time you have? That you shouldlive while you’re alive?

only to people!' shouted Rincewind. He drew his sword and, with a smooth overarm throw, completely failed to hit the troll.