My biggest sorrow, when looking back on my youth, is how much of it I somehow missed. Now, looking at my life today, I don't want to make the same mistake. I don't want to miss this. As Bonnie Raitt sang like she was singing it for all of us, "Life gets mighty precious when there's less of it to waste."

My hope is that I'm getting better and wiser. With every book, I have more of myself to pour onto the page.

I think we all need to be looking to the better angels of our own selves. We don't need to be looking for great people so much as becoming great people.

Love is all around us all the time. Love is the ethers that we swim in. Love is the amniotic fluid of the soul.

The fate of the world rests on this one thing: our capacity to actualize our spiritual potential, and quickly.

Love can be a huge mountain, a gentle garden, a raging storm, a cool breeze, or a perfect bath. But there is always fire somewhere nearby. There is always the red-hot stuff of the soul's initiation. If there isn't fire, then it isn't love ... If it doesn't insist that you move to your next level, if it doesn't take your heart and make it explode in a million pieces, only to fall back together again in some Moment of enlightened understanding, then you haven't really loved.

I feel that as women we've allowed ourselves to be deluded by certain ideas that hold us back, such as the over-glorification of masculine consciousness.