Our responsibility begins with our imagination.

The heavy smell of flower petals stroked the walls of my lungs.

Things outside you are projections of what's inside you, and what's inside you is a projection of what's outside. So when you step into the labyrinth outside you, at the same time you're stepping into the labyrinth inside.

For example, the wind has its reasons. We just don't notice as we go about our lives. But then, at some point, we are made to notice. The wind envelops you with a certain purpose in mind, and it rocks you. The wind knows everything that's inside you. And not just the wind. Everything, including a stone. They all know us very well. From top to bottom. It only occurs to us at certain times. And all we can do is go with those things. As we take them in, we survive, and deepen.

What's nurtured slowly grows well.

Never trust a man who carries a handkerchief, I always say. One of many prejudicial rules of thumb.

For some reason all the middle-aged women he knew were very efficient.