How many small decisions accumulate to form a habit? What a multitude of decisions, made by others, in other times, must shape our lives now.

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.

Poetry is a good medium for revolutionary hope.

This earth is my sister; I love her daily grace, her silent daring, and how loved I am. How we admire this strength in each other, all that we have lost, all that we have suffered, all that we know: We are stunned by this beauty, and I do not forget: what she is to me, what I am to her.

Before a secret is told, one can often feel the weight of it in the atmosphere.

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

A story is told as much by silence as by speech.