Stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone ought to be.

longing to travel while you are already traveling is, I admit, a kind of greedy madness

If we never leave our house except to drive to work, do we need to be even remotely aware of this powerful, humbling, extraordinary and eternal life force that surges and ebbs around us all the time? Apparently not. Because we have stopped paying attention.

Ruin is a gift. Ruin is the road to transformation.

Who loves you most? Who loves you best? Who thinks of you when others rest?

It has never been easy for me to understand why people work so hard to create something beautiful, but then refuse to share it with anyone, for fear of criticism.

I am the planet's most affectionate life-form, something like the cross between a golden retriever and a barnacle.