And she is going to dance, dance hungry, dance full, dance each cold astonishing moment, now when she is young and again when she is old.

Perfectionism is a mean, frozen form of idealism, while messes are the artist's true friend.

Bird by bird, buddy. Just take it bird by bird.

I was reminded of the Four Immutable Laws of the Spirit: Whoever is present are the right people. Whenever it begins is the right time. Whatever happens is the only thing that could have happened. And when it's over, it's over.

Seeing yourself in print is such an amazing concept: you can get so much attention without having to actually show up somewhere... You don't have to dress up, for instance, and you can't hear them boo you right away.

butterflies were wind energy made visible.

You are not your bank account, or your ambitiousness. You're not the cold clay lump with a big belly you leave behind when you die. You're not your collection of walking personality disorders. You are spirit, you are love.