There are things you do because they feel right and they may make no sense and they may make no money and it may be the real reason we are here: to love each other and to eat each other's cooking and say it was good.

Trying to follow in the footsteps of the masters, but it's a lot harder than it looks because even though they had the same size feet as us, they weren't looking down the whole time while they walked to make sure they were doing it right

I've read a lot of books, so I know bunches of stuff that sounds like it could be true.

In my dream the angel shrugged and said, if we fail this time, it will be a failure of imagination. And then she placed the world gently in the palm of my hand.

I don't blame you for everything, she told me. Just the stuff my friends & I can agree on.

There are days I drop words of comfort on myself like falling leaves and remember that it is enough to be taken care of by myself.

Opening a door to the mysteries, hoping to shed a little dark on all the stuff we think we know.