I love and am loved, fully and freely, nothing expected, more than enough received.

Don't think too much. That makes you believe you have more choices than you do. Then you mind becomes confused.

Mothers have the huge influence, and I feel like they're always teaching us from the day we're born what to be afraid of, what to be cautious of, what we should like and what we should look like. Then we spend half of our life trying to be not like them, and then we reach another part of our lives where we see these things we can't get rid of.

I hid my deepest feelings so well I forgot where I placed them.

You can get sucked into the idea that, 'Gosh, this is impressive. Maybe I should do this. It will look good.' Or 'I'll write like this because it will impress that critic.'

And then she had to fill out so many forms she forgot why she had come and what she had left behind.

Even though I was young, I could see the pain of the flesh and the worth of the pain.