There was an unexpected freedom in finding out that one wasn't as important as one had always assumed!

Chili, spice of red Thursday, which is the day of reckoning. Day which invites us to pick up the sack of our existence and shake it inside out. Day of suicide, day of murder.

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

Sometimes -- she knows this from her own life -- to get to the other side, you must travel through grief. No detours are possible.

they say in the old tales that when a man and woman exchange looks the way we did, their spirits mingle. their gaze is a rope of gold binding each other. even if they never meet again, they carry a little of the other with them always. they can never forget, and they can never be wholly happy again

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

I tried to hold on to this compassion, sensing its preciousness, but even as I reached to grasp it, it dissipated into wisps. No revelation can endure unless it is bolstered by a calm pure mind- and I'm afraid I didn't possess that.