In sorrow, pretend to be fearless. In happiness, tremble.

At some point I realized that you don't get a full human life if you try to cut off one end of it, that you need to agree to the entire experience, to the full spectrum of what happens.

If truth is the lure, humans are fishes.

History, mythology, and folktales are filled with stories of people punished for saying the truth. Only the Fool, exempt from society's rules, is allowed to speak with complete freedom.

I travel as much as I do. It isn't the life I expected. I don't know what dust of pollen will come back with me from these travels.But I must trust that I will not treat frivolously the glimpses I've been given into other places and others' lives.

Gestation requires protected space; ripening requires both permeability to the outer — and non-disturbance.

Habit, laziness, and fear conspire to keep us comfortably within the familiar.