The day is conscious of itself.

That hurt we embrace becomes joy. Call it to your arms where it can change.

The friend who knows a lot more than you do will bring difficulties, and grief, and sickness, as medicine, as happiness, as the essence of the moment when you're beaten when you hear Checkmate, and can finally say, I trust you to kill me.

Any wine will get you high. Judge like a king, and choose the purest, the ones unadulterated with fear, or some urgency about "what's needed."

How far is the light of the moon from the moon? How far is the taste of candy from the lip?

Fasting is the first principle of medicine; fast and see the strength of the spirit reveal itself.

Gratitude is the wine for the soul. Go on. Get drunk.