She was so quiet. So reflective. And she could erase herself, her spirit, with a swiftness that truly startled, when she knew the people around her could not respect it.

The infinite faith I have in people's ability to understand anything that makes sense has always been justified, finally, by their behavior.

Everything is already perfect. And if you can accept that everything is already perfect, the imperfection is a part of the perfection. What's to worry about?

The forest is the first cathedral. I felt that from the time I was a child. I credit my mother with that. I used to think it came from her Native-American side. Whichever it was, she instinctively connected with nature, and taught me that.

I don’t need a certain number of friends, just a number of friends I can be certain of.

If you're silent for a long time, people just arrive in your mind.

Writing about people helps us to understand them, and understanding them helps us to accept them as part of ourselves.