It is a peculiar thing to believe that you know someone intimately only to find that you really do not. It is like finishing a book only to discover that you have missed several key chapters. THE LETTER Chapter 9 page 104

Dance. Dance for the joy and breath of childhood. Dance for all children, including that child who is still somewhere entombed beneath the responsibility and skepticism of adulthood. Embrace the moment before it escapes from our grasp. For the only promise of childhood, of any childhood, is that it will someday end. And in the end, we must ask ourselves what we have given our children to take its place. And is it enough?

To deny our pasts is to burn the bridge we must cross to self-understanding.

I've wondered why the famous congregate with each other. Perhaps it's to assure each other that they really are as important as they think they are.

I believe that in spite of the chains we bind ourselves with, there's a primordial section of the human psyche that is still nomadic and still yearns to roam free.

The more someone assures you that everything is okay, the more you can be assured that it's not.

Broken vows are like broken mirrors. They leave those who held to them bleeding and staring at fractured images of themselves.