Each life reverberates in every other life. Whether or not we acknowledge it, we are connected, woven together in our needs and desires, rich and poor, men and women alike.

I know I am made from this earth, as my mother's hands were made from this earth, as her dreams came from this earth and all that I know, I know in this earth, the body of the bird, this pen, this paper, these hands, this tongue speaking, all that I know speaks to me through this earth.

Perhaps every moment of time lived in human consciousness remains in the air around us.

War starts in the mind, not in the body.

I am not so different in my history of abandonment from anyone else after all. We have all been split away from the earth, each other, ourselves.

... This is the paradox of vision: Sharp perception softens our existence in the world.

Although the many virtues that courtesans possessed were employed to defy circumstances, the role they played depended on the same circumstances over which they triumphed- conditions which to, fortunately for modern women, no longer exist.