You can't test courage cautiously, so I ran hard and waved my arms hard, happy.

Art is like an ill-trained Labrador retriever that drags you out into traffic.

Like everyone in his right mind, I feared Santa Claus.

Like any child, I slid into myself perfectly fitted, as a diver meets her reflection in a pool. Her fingertips enter the fingertips on the water, her wrists slide up her arms. The diver wraps herself in her reflection wholly, sealing it at the toes, and wears it as she climbs rising from the pool, and ever after.

Love so sprang at her, she honestly thought no one had ever looked into it. Where was it in literature? Someone would have written something. She must not have recognized it. Time to read everything again.

Don't save something good for a later place. Don't hold back from your students, from the poor, don't try to keep anything for yourself 'cause it'll turn to ashes.

Anything you do not give freely and abundantly becomes lost to you.