To mention a loved object, a person, or a place to someone else is to invest that object with reality.

I think one must do the thing -- whatever it is (and it changes from time to time) -- that unites you to the flowing stream of the world. At any price, one must do it first. Otherwise one can do nothing, nothing at all. One is out of touch, out of grace.

I want to be pure in heart -- but I like to wear my purple dress.

people talk about 'sex' as though it hopped about by itself, like a frog!

Guys kick friendship all over just like a soccer, nonetheless it does not appear to crack. Girls deal with it like glass and it goes to items.

# "I saw the most beautiful cat today. It was sitting by the side of the road, its two front feet neatly and graciously together. Then it gravely swished around its tail to completely encircle itself. It was so fit and beautifully neat, that gesture, and so self-satisfied, so complacent.

For in our family an experience was not finished, not truly experienced, unless written down or shared with another.