The worst part about celebrating another birthday is the shock that you're only as well as you are.

Your unconscious can't work when you are breathing down its neck.

butterflies were wind energy made visible.

Listen to your broccoli and it will tell you how to eat it.

You are going to feel like hell if you never write the stuff that is tugging on the sleeves in your heart--your stories, visions, memories, songs: your truth, your version of things, in your voice. That is really all you have to offer us, and it's why you were born.

I used to love to untangle chains when I was a child. I had thin, busy fingers, and I never gave up. Perhaps there was a psychiatric component to my concentration but like much of my psychic damage, this worked to everyone's advantage.

It is hard to remember that you are a cherished spiritual being when you're burping up apple fritters and Cheetos.