A party is a slightly artificial event where one learns the rudiments of human behavior at its most admirable: speaking when spoken to, looking somebody in the eye, shaking hands and being friendly under duress.

We should all have one person who knows how to bless us despite the evidence, Grandmother was that person to me.

An enlightened person raises the level of the consciousness of the entire community.

Mistakes are the usual bridge between inexperience and wisdom.

I think this is what hooks one to gardening: it is the closest one can come to being present at creation.

A party is a slightly artificial event where one learns the rudiments of human behavior at its most admirable: speaking when spoken to, looking somebody in the eye, shaking hands and being friendly under duress.

If there is any reason to single out artists as being more necessary to our lives than any others, it is because they provide us with light that cannot be extinguished. They go into dark rooms and poke at their souls until the contours of our own are familiar to us.