If you need something from somebody always give that person a way to hand it to you.

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?

Stopping is a spiritual art. It is the refuge where we drink life in.

I think many people need, even require, a narrative version of their life. I seem to be one of them. Writing memoir is, in some ways, a work of wholeness.

I felt a trembling along my skin, a treaveling current that moved up my spine, down my arms, pulsing out from my fingertips. I was practically radiating. The body knows things a long time before the mind catches up to them. I was wondering what my body knew that I didn't.

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.

So few people know what they're capable of.