"He knew one of the women well, and had shared his universe with her. They had seen the same mountains, and the same trees, although each of them had seem them differently. She knew his weaknesses, his moments of hatred, of despair. Yet she was there at his side. They shared the same universe."
"Go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow , for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something."
I really want to make love. I want to feel breath on my neck and moaning in my ears, and fingertips gripping my skin. I want slow, hard kisses and sloppy, misplaced ones. Fully swollen, soft lips from lip biting and teasing. Tongue trails along my skin and lightning sparks in my lower back, letting me know I’m wanted. Letting me know I’m alive.
"Enlightenment is not becoming a different person; it’s becoming the person you already are without any hesitation or any reservation — having the insight, and the courage, and the openness — to be the person you already are, and to trust the wisdom that’s already within."