He stepped back with exaggerated courtesy. But when I walked past him, he swatted my rump. Hard enough to sting. “You need to be more careful,” he growled. “Keep interfering in my business and you might get hurt.” I said sweetly as I continued to Jesse's room, “The last man who swatted me like that is rotting in his grave.” “I have no doubt about it.” His voice was more satisfied then contrite.

We are none of us perfect, and...we learn to take these imperfections and make them only a small part of who we are

You will eat this and go to sleep, so your pronouns get their antecedents back.

All life is rife with possibilities. Seeds have possibilities, but all their tomorrows are caught by the patterning of their life cycle. Animals have possibilities that are greater than that of a fir tree or a blade of grass. Still, though, for most animals, the pattern of instinct, the patterns of their lives, are very strong. Humanity has a far greater range of possibilities, especially the very young. Who will children grow up to be? Who will they marry, what will they believe, what will they create? Creation is a very powerful seed of possibility.

Dance when the moon sings, and don't cry about troubles that haven't yet come. (Moon Called)

Hard truths can be dealt with, triumphed over, but lies will destroy your soul.

Intelligent men are dangerous.