Fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step.

Forgive me for stating the obvious, but the world is made up of all kinds of people.

Cell phones are so convenient that they're an inconvenience.

Crying is personal. On the other hand, laughing is more general . Laughing makes our hearts wider.

Understanding' is merely the sum total of our misunderstandings.

The pure present is an ungraspable advance of the past devouring the future. In truth, all sensation is already memory.

Everybody thinks I'm this delicate little girl. But you can't tell a book by it's cover.' To which she added a momentary smile.