To be oneself is a rare thing, and a great one.
O foolish writer. Now moves. Even in storytime, dreamtime, once-upon-a-time, now isn't then.
My soul is ten thousand miles wide and extremely invisibly deep. It is the same size as the sea, and you cannot, you cannot cram it into beer cans and fingernails and stake it out in lots and own it. It will drown you all and never even notice.
there are times when you have to speak because silence is betrayal.
To have a choice at all is to be privileged.
It had never occurred to me before that music and thinking are so much alike. In fact you could say music is another way of thinking, or maybe thinking is another kind of music.