Nourish the world with your words, yo.

With each beat, the heart pumps nearly three ounces of blood into the arteries--seventy-five to ninety gallons an hour when the body is at rest.

New Agers have always told us that we create our own realities. Mind over matter.

I don't know if my mother was a narcissist - or bi-polar or borderline. Those were words she tossed around over the years.

Everything is freedom and everything is loneliness. Make your choice and let the rest fall away.

I've never been socially outgoing, but I suspect I've gotten more and more ambivalent about making new friends. I'm irritated by how-do-you-do chit-chat, but that's how new relationships usually begin.

Some caregivers want to reciprocate the care they themselves received as children.