I lived rough, by my wits, was homeless, lived on the streets, lived on friends' floors, was happy, was miserable.

Don't neglect the gold in your own back yard.

Don't read what everyone else is reading. Check them out later, cautiously.

We have not yet arrived, but every point at which we stop requires a re-definition of our destination.

The earliest storytellers were magi, seers, bards, griots, shamans. They were, it would seem, old as time, and as terrifying to gaze upon as the mysteries with which they wrestled .. (they) helped the community live though one more darkness, with eyes wide open, and with hearts set alight.

We can redream this world and make the dream come real. Human beings are gods hidden from themselves.

An inner darkness is darker than an outer darkness.