Every few years, I think, 'Maybe now I'm finally smart enough or sophisticated enough to understand 'Ulysses.'' So I pick it up and try it again. And by page 10, as always, I'm like, 'What the hell?'

You may return here once you have fully come to understand that you are always here.

To be fully seen by somebody, then, and be loved anyhow - this is a human offering that can border on miraculous.

Your father only has one foot on this earth. And really, really long legs . . .

Sometimes beauty needs a bit of ignoring, to properly come into being.

I don't think you can come into your wisdom until you have made mistakes on your own skin and felt them in reality of your own life.

I have these new policies toward my life, like 'I will not accelerate when I see the yellow light.'