My mother always said I must be part Mongolian because of my lotus-pale complexion and squid-ink black hair.

Disassociating, mindfulness, transcendence-whatever the label-it's a sort of loophole in our contract with reality, a form of self-rescue.

We live on the leash of our senses.

Love, like truth, is the unassailable defense.

Don't just live the length of your life - live the width of it as well.

I don't want to get to the end of my life and find that I lived just the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well.

There is a furnace in our cells, and when we breathe we pass the world through our bodies, brew it lightly, and turn it loose again, gently altered for having known us.