My mother had handed down respect for the possibilities...and the will to grasp them.

My life is not to be somebody else's impact - you know what I mean?

Every time I conjure up a rock, I throw it.

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

No song or poem will bear my mother's name. Yet so many of the stories that I write, that we all write, are my mother's stories.

Helped are those who are content to be themselves; they will never lack mystery in their lives and the joys of self-discovery will be constant.

Love is big; love can hold anger, love can even hold hatred. It's about the intention of what you want it to do.