I think we validate our lives through our actions.

The anger of the weak never goes away, Professor, it just gets a little moldy. It molds like a beautiful blue cheese in the dark, growing stronger, and more interesting. The poor and the weak die with all their anger intact and probably those angers go on growing in the dark of the grave like the hair and the nails.

The best gift you can give is a hug: one size fits all and no one ever minds if you return it.

Remember that every son had a mother whose beloved son he was, and every woman had a mother whose beloved son she wasn't.

We seek not rest but transformation. We are dancing through each other as doorways.

Purple as tulips in May, mauve into lush velvet, purple as the stain blackberries leave on the lips, on the hands, the purple of ripe grapes sunlit and warm as flesh.

It is not sex that gives the pleasure, but the lover.