The whole problem with people is they don't know what matters and what doesn't.

I didn't know what to think, but what I felt was magnetic and so big it ached like the moon had entered my chest and filled it up. The only think I could compare it to was the feeling I got one time when I walked from the peach stand and saw the sun spreading across the late afternoon, setting the top of the orchard on fire while darkness collected underneath. Silence had hovered over my head, beauty multiplying in the air, the trees so transparent I felt like I could see through to something pure inside them. My chest ached then, too, this very same way.

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.

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

Nobody should go through life without falling in love.

For me, creativity is essentially a spiritual experience, a conversation between my soul and me.

If you aren't giving people something to talk about, you've become too dull.