Because I cannot write my native language and have no native home anymore, and am amazed by that horrible homelessness of all French-Canadian s abroad in America.

Everything is ecstasy inside. We just don't know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind [it] is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever.

...most of the time we were alone and mixing up our souls ever more and ever more till it would be terribly hard to say good-by.

While looking for the light, you may suddenly be devoured by the darkness and find the true light

Somewhere along the line, the pearl would be handed to me.

They have worries, they're counting the miles, they're thinking about where to sleep tonight, how much money for gas, the weather, how they'll get there - and all the time they'll get there anyway, you see.

But, outside of being a sweet little girl, she was awfully dumb and capable of doing horrible things.