Until we look from the bottom up we have nothing.

Sunset is the saddest light there is.

I wanted to know what happened when two people felt it. Would it divide the hurt in two, make it lighter to bear, the way feeling someone's joy seemed to double it?

Just to be is holy, just to live is a gift.

I eventually found that the soul is more than an immortal commodity to win and save. It is the repository of the inner divine, the truest part of us.

I wished she'd been smart enough, or loving enough, to realize everybody has burdens that crush them, only they don't give up their children.

We have to acknowledge sometimes that this moment is enough. This place is enough. I am enough.