Here's how the people live here, in big house-shaped boxes to keep off 'rain' and 'snow,' holes cut in the sides so they can see out. They move around in smaller boxes, painted different colours, with wheels on the corners. They need this box-culture because each person thinks of herself and himself as locked in a box called a 'body,' arms and legs, fingers to move pencils and tools, languages because they've forgotten how to communicate, eyes because they've forgotten how to see. Odd little planet. Wish you were here. Home soon.

The only thing that matters, at the end of a stay on earth, is how well did we love, what was the quality of our love?

Listen to what you know instead of what you fear.

You can't solve problems for someone whose problem is that they don't want problems solved.

Whatever enchants also guides and protects.

I do not enjoy writing at all. If I can turn my back on an idea, out there in the dark, if I can avoid opening the door to it, I won't even reach for a pencil.

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