The universe is transformation.

We passed over in a sweep of sorrow that would persist into our small forever. We just keep going.

The world tips away when we look into our children's faces.

He had a thousand-year-old stare.

You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart.

Women are strong, strong, terribly strong. We don't know how strong until we are pushing out our babies. We are too often treated like babies having babies when we should be in training, like acolytes, novices to high priestesshood, like serious applicants for the space program.

The Internet, which seems now so embedded and personal and crucial to our lives, isn't at all - we really shouldn't think of it that way.