I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would remind me of birds trapped inside a closed room, flinging themselves against the windows and the walls, against each other.

If someone should ask me, 'What does the soul do?' I would say, It does two things. It loves. And it creates. Those are its primary acts.

You have to know when to prod and when to be quiet, when to let things take their course.

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

It's your time to live, don't mess it up.

It was the oldest sound there was. Souls flying away.

I can't think of anything I'd rather have more than somebody lovin' me.