[Italian men] are like show poodles. Sometimes they look so good I want to applaud.

He was powerful and I died of love in his shadow.

The love that moves the sun and the other stars.

One must always be prepared for riotous and endless waves of transformation.

We all want things to stay the same. Settle for living in misery because we are afraid of change, of things crumbling to ruins. Ruin is a gift. Ruin is the road to transformation.

The Yogic path is about disentangling the built-in glitches of the human condition, which I'm going to over-simply define here as the heartbreaking inability to sustain contentment.

I think that if you can roast a chicken, you can get whatever you want out of a woman.