In language that's lyrical and haunting, Cheryl Strayed writes about bliss and loss, about the kind of grace that startles and transforms us in ordinary moments.
Some acts of faith, I believe, have the power to grant us something infinitely wiser than we imagine
I like to keep myself wrapped in layers of sleep and wait for the geraniums.
The absence of doubt will turn humans into beasts.
About endings....unless we do them well, we have to keep repeating them.
About the different levels of skill involved. You have to practice before you become a great masturbator.