I want to know if you are willing to live, day by day, with the consequence of love and the bitter unwanted passion of your sure defeat. I have heard, in that fierce embrace, even the gods speak of God.

As human beings we have this immediate gateway - you’ve just to articulate exactly the way that you’re exiled, exactly the way that you don’t belong, exactly the way that you can’t love, exactly the way that you can’t move ... and you’re on your way again. You’re on your way home. If you can just say exactly the way that you’re imprisoned - the door swings open.

The tragedy with velocity as the answer to complexity is that, after awhile, you cannot see or comprehend anything that is not traveling at the same speed you are. And you actually start to feel disturbed by people who have a sense of restfulness to their existence.

The moment you’ve uttered the exact dimensionality of your exile, you’re already turning towards home.

Whether we stay or whether we go - to be courageous is to stay close to the way we are made.

I want to know if you are willing to live, day by day, with the consequence of love.

Everyone casts a shadow. Everyone has a relationship with the fearful unknown.