I'm tired of carrying around the weight of the world. I'm just going to lay it down now. It's my time to die, and it's your time to live. Don't mess it up.

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

I believe in the goodness of imagination.

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.

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.

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.

In a weird way I must have loved my little collection of hurts and wounds. They provided me with some real nice sympathy, with the feeling I was exceptional... What a special case I was.