Above us our palace waits, the only one I've ever needed. Its walls are space, its floor is sky, its center everywhere. We rise; the shapes cluster around us in welcome, dissolving and forming again like fireflies in a summer evening.

Tomorrow is another day. I've got plenty of things to worry about right now.

...don't create snakes out of ropes. You have enough to worry about.

Words are tricky. Sometimes you need them to bring out the hurt festering inside. If you don't, it turns gangrenous and kills you. . . . But sometimes words can break a feeling into pieces.

The dream is not a drug but a way. Listen to where it can take you.

Often, others see you, as you see yourself

Expectations are like hidden rocks in your path , All they do is trip you up