My understanding is that you get to choose which of your thoughts to go with.

butterflies were wind energy made visible.

I believe that discipline and self-love are the total secrets to freedom.

You should not bring more items and hurdles to the obstacle course.

Mine was a patchwork God, sewn together from bits of rag and ribbon, Eastern and Western, pagan and Hebrew, everything but the kitchen sink and Jesus.

You can either set brick as a laborer or as an artist. You can make the work a chore, or you can have a good time. You can do it the way you used to clear the dinner dishes when you were thirteen, or you can do it as a Japanese person would perform a tea ceremony, with a level of concentration and care in which you can lose yourself, and so in which you can find yourself.

I never had a particularly strong craving to procreate, except for earlier fantasies of wanting to be Marmee in Little Women.