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

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.

The heart itself is beyond control. That is its power, and its weakness.

Love comes like lightning, and disappears the same way. If you are lucky, it strikes you right. If not, you'll spend your life yearning for a man you can't have.

But maybe as I get older, I begin to see beauty where I least expected it before.

Each day has a color, a smell.

Or perhaps it is just that desire lies at the heart of human existence. When we turn away from one desire, we must find another to cleave to with all our strength --or else we die.