I felt amazed at the choosing one had to do, over and over a million times daily--choosing love, then choosing it again...how loving and being in love could be so different.

Most people don't have any idea about all the complicated life going on inside a hive. Bees have a secret life we don't know anything about.

I'd forgotten how that sort of craving felt, how it rose suddenly and loudly from the pit of my stomach like a flock of startle birds, then floated back down in the slow, beguiling way of feathers.

The translucence that comes when life hardens into a bead of such cruel perfection you see it with the purest clarity. Everything suddenly there--life as it truly is, enormous, appalling, devastating. You see the great sinkholes it makes in people and the harrowing lengths to which love will go to fill them.

You can go other places, all right - you can live on the other side of the world, but you can't ever leave home

There is no place so AWAKE and ALIVE as the edge of becoming.

The True Self is not our creation, but God's. It is the self we are in our depths. It is our capacity for divinity and transcendence.