You are life, inventing form. No more can you die on sword or years than you can die on doorways through which you walk, one room into another. Every room gives its word for you to speak, every passage its song for you to sing.

The only thing that shatters dreams is compromise.

Boredom between two people doesn't come from being together physically. It comes from being apart mentally and spiritually.

Think about these once in awhile, and watch your answers change.

The creative, loving-something life is also the healthy one. There is healing and protection in doing what makes you happy.

I take the paraglider to the mountain or I roll Daisy out of her hangar and I pick the prettiest part of the sky and I melt into the wing and then into the air, till I'm just soul on a sunbeam.

Remember where you came from, where you're going, and why you created this mess you got yourself into in the first place.