Be proud of your scars. They have everything to do with your strength, and what you've endured. They're a treasure map to the deep self.

Without art we live under the illusion that there is only time, and not eternity.

I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and you laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom.

All that you are seeking is also seeking you. If you lie still, sit still, it will find you. It has been waiting for you a long time.

It is in the middle of misery that so much becomes clear. The one who says, 'Nothing good came of this' is not yet listening.

We are all filled with a longing for the wild. There are few culturally sanctioned antidotes for this yearning. We were taught to feel shame for such a desire. We grew our hair long and used it to hide our feelings. But the shadow of Wild Woman still lurks behind us during our days and in our nights. No matter where we are, the shadow that trots behind us is definitely four-footed.

It is not given to us to know which acts or by whom, will cause the critical mass to tip toward an enduring good. What's needed for dramatic change is an accumulation of acts, adding, adding to, adding more, continuing. We know that it does not take 'everyone on Earth' to bring justice and peace, but only a small, determined group who will not give up during the first, second, or hundredth gale.