The worst thing about talk ... is that there's no way to lay it to rest. Every fresh breeze brings a new speculation.

One person's weed is another person's wildflower.

I am often surprised when I think to count my graces, for the more I count, the more there seem to be. And if pride in my accomplishments is the emotion that I naturally feel when I focus on my gifts, gratitude is the emotion I feel as I become aware of the many graces that have shaped me and my gifts.

The worst thing about talk ... is that there's no way to lay it to rest. Every fresh breeze brings a new speculation.

Living in a culture that prefers to shut out the dark, avoid shadows, and anesthetize pain means that many people are isolated. ... Family, friends, and co-workers, fearful of the dark, are reluctant to participate in our shadow experience and may urge us to be done with the dark before it is done with us.

Music keeps time and defies time, simultaneously.

We are the only ones who can tell our stories because we are the only ones who have lived them.