How we remember, what we remember, and why we remember form the most personal map of our individuality.

Despair is our chance to wrestle with fire and come through.

Meaning drives us from despair to wonder, from confusion to clarity, from hesitance to confidence. And the only place to find meaning is in the importance of small things.

Perhaps we wouldn't eat so much, or smoke, or drink so much if we were paying attention to ourselves. Perhaps we wouldn't talk so much if we were paying attention to each other. All these oral activities are trying to meet a need, and perhaps the greatest need is to be seen and heard.

Friendship has no civil, and few emotional, rights in our society.

Journal writing is a voyage to the interior.

To work in the world lovingly means that we are defining what we will be for, rather than reacting to what we are against.