butterflies were wind energy made visible.

I understood that the man I was calling for could never ever come back. Because I understood that the man that I was calling for was dead.

These days cry out, as never before, for us to pay attention, so we can move through them and get our joy and pride back.

I think we're all pretty crazy on this bus. I'm not sure I know anyone who's got all the dots on his or her dice.

I did not raise my son, Sam, to celebrate Mother's Day. I didn't want him to feel some obligation to buy me pricey lunches or flowers, some annual display of gratitude that you have to grit your teeth and endure.

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.

Butterflies and birds are like one perfect teaspoon of creation.