Now and then sprays of rain flew over and misted our faces. Every time I refused to wipe away the wetness. It made the world seem so alive to me. I couldn't help but envy the way a good storm got everyone's attention.

Betrayal of any kind is hard, but betrayal by one's religion is excruciating. It makes you want to rage and weep.

In the photograph by my bed my mother is perpetually smiling on me. I guess I have forgiven us both, although sometimes in the night my dreams will take me back to the sadness, and I have to wake up and forgive us again.

It takes a bee 10,000,000 trips to collect enough nectar to make 1 pound of honey.

I eventually found that the soul is more than an immortal commodity to win and save. It is the repository of the inner divine, the truest part of us.

You gotta imagine what's never been.

I worried so much about how I looked and whether I was doing things right, I felt half the time I was impersonating a girl instead of really being one.