As we live our truths, we will communicate across all barriers, speaking for the sources of peace. Peace that is not lack of war, but fierce and positive.

The world is not made of molecules, the world is made of stories.

I think there is a choice possible to us at any moment, as long as we live. But there is no sacrifice. There is a choice, and the rest falls away. Second choice does not exist. Beware of those who talk about sacrifice.

Not all things are blest, but the seeds of all things are blest.

If we look long enough and hard enough ... we will begin to see the connections that bind us together, and when we recognize those connections, we will begin to change the world.

What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open.

The process of writing a poem represents work done on the self of the poet, in order to make form.