From now on when people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I planned to say, Amnesiac.

As an adolescent, I went to charm school, where I learned to pour tea and relate to boys, which, as I recall, meant giving them the pickle jar to unscrew, whether it was too hard for me or not.

Rebirth is almost impossible without the darkness.....I tell myself I am experiencing the death of myself as mother, the death of myself as a younger woman -- precious old lives going by the wayside. Of course, I should let myself grieve. To deny the grief is to squander a transforming and radiant possibility.

From now on when people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I planned to say, Amnesiac.

I missed Rosaleen's snoring the way you'd miss the sound of the ocean waves after you've gotten used to sleeping with them. I didn't realize how it had comforted me. Quiteness has a strange, spongy hum that can nearly break your eardrums.

To remain silent in the face of evil is itself a form of evil.

Embodiment means we no longer say, I had this experience; we say, I am this experience.