Tell the image makers and magazine sellers and the plastic surgeons that you are not afraid. That what you fear the most is the death of imagination and originality and metaphor and passion. Then be bold and LOVE YOUR BODY. STOP FIXING IT. It was never broken.

The longing for sweets is really a yearning for love or sweetness.

This is your body, your greatest gift, pregnant with wisdom you do not hear, grief you thought was forgotten, and joy you have never known.

But if you travel far enough, one day you will recognize yourself coming down to meet yourself. And you will say - yes.

A life that is truly lived is constantly burning away the veils of illusion, gradually revealing the essence of the individual.

If we could allow the pace of our meetings to slow down to the pace of our hearts, we might find genuine understanding.

Without an understanding of myth or religion, without an understanding of the relationship between destruction and creation, death and rebirth, the individual suffers the mysteries of life as meaningless mayhem alone.