Sometimes me think, 'What is friend?' Then me say, ‘Friend is someone to share the last cookie with.’

I sought my soul, but my soul I could not see. I sought my God, but my God eluded me. I sought my brother and I found all three.

Bring me then the plant that points to those bright Lucidites swirling up from the earth, and life itself exhaling that central breath! Bring me the sunflower crazed with the love of light.

While you're talking behind my back, feel free to bend down and kiss my ass.

The imaginary friends I had as a kid dropped me because their friends thought I didn't exist.

Keep talking about me behind my back, and watch God keep blessing me in front of your face.

What is a friend? I will tell you . . . . it is someone with whom you dare to be yourself.