Men kick friendship around like a football, but it doesn't seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it goes to pieces.

Perhaps I am a bear, or some hibernating animal underneath, for the instinct to be half asleep all winter is so strong in me.

How hard it is to have the beautiful interdependence of marriage and yet be strong in oneself alone.

Life is a gift, given in trust - like a child.

Who is not afraid of pure space - that breathtaking empty space of an open door?

Only love can be divided endlessly and still not diminish.

It is a difficult lesson to learn today-to leave one's friends and family and deliberately practice the art of solitude for an hour or a day or a week. And yet, once it is done, I find there is a quality to being alone that is incredibly precious. Life rushes back into the void, richer, more vivid, fuller than before.