...she felt as if her entire body were glowing with the taste of sunlight, of wind blowing in wide spaces and trees reaching their burdened arms to boundless skies.

And all meet in singing, which braids together the different knowings into a wide and subtle music, the music of living.

Your future is uncertain, and I can tell you nothing that can help you. You are singular and dangerous, and so it is that you are sought by both the Dark and the Light.

The risk of all friendship is, alas, a little grief.

She ached: oh, how she ached. Her soul was like one big bruise.

...only more keenly aware of how her soul starved within her, its wings wasting with the despair of disuse.

Monogamy is faith in the faithless

Van Gogh couldn't have painted the stars in your eyes.

God can only show you eternity if you are willing to let go completely of the now.

I swearwe'd lose ourhearts ifthey weren'twith elasticand butterflypinclasped safelyin.

You must have a strong will and determined spirit to fight any form of oppression.

My father never lived to see his dream come true of an all-Yiddish-speaking Canada.

Auto racing is boring except when a car is going at least 172 miles per hour upside down.

The practice of democracy means that I, one person, one humble person, nevertheless feel some responsibility if the officials for whose election I was responsible go too far out of line.

My advice is to treat [credit cards] like what they are: little plastic grenades that must be handled very carefully.

[Obama's reelection] would subject the country to what might be a fatal last dose of statism.