To save myself, I destroyed another, and in doing so, I destroyed myself.

I let one thing result from another. Of course, all of it could have been just loosely connected coincidences. And whether that's true or not, I know the intention was there. Becasue when I want something to happen-or not happen- I begin to look at all events and all things as relevant, an opportunity to take or avoid.

When you lose your face..., it is like dropping your necklace down a well. The only way you can get it back is to fall in after it.

Over time, passion wanes, differences don't.

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

Secrets are kept from children, a lid on top of the soup kettle, so they do not boil over with too much truth.

I take a few quick sips. "This is really good." And I mean it. I have never tasted tea like this. It is smooth, pungent, and instantly addicting. "This is from Grand Auntie," my mother explains. "She told me 'If I buy the cheap tea, then I am saying that my whole life has not been worth something better.' A few years ago she bought it for herself. One hundred dollars a pound." "You're kidding." I take another sip. It tastes even better.