For when the heart insists on its destiny, resisting the general blandishment, then the agony is great; so too the danger. Forces, however, will have been set in motion beyond the reckoning of the senses. Sequences of events from the corners of the world will draw gradually together, and miracles of coincidence bring the inevitable to pass.

If there were already a path, it would have to be someone else's; the whole point is to find your own way.

What we are really living for is the experience of life, both the pain and the pleasure.

Myth is much more important and true than history. History is just journalism and you know how reliable that is.

Sacred space and sacred time and something joyous to do is all we need. Almost anything then becomes a continuous and increasing joy. What you have to do, you do with play. I think a good way to conceive of sacred space is as a playground. If what you're doing seems like play, you are in it. But you can't play with my toys, you have to have your own. Your life should have yielded some. Older people play with life experiences and realizations or with thoughts they like to entertain. In my case, I have books I like to read that don't lead anywhere.

If you can see your path clearly in front of you, it's probably someone else's.

I should have said, 'Follow your blisters.'