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.

And when you get down to it, Lily, that is the only purpose grand enough for a human life. Not just to love but to persist in love.

I don't hold to the idea that God causes suffering and crisis. I just know that those things come along and God uses them. We think life should be a nice, clean ascending line. But inevitably something wanders onto the scene and creates havoc with the nice way we've arranged life to fall in place.

We must err , do so on the side of audacity

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

Stories have to be told or they die, and when they die, we can't remember who we are or why we're here.

It shocks me how I wish for...what is lost and cannot come back.