I was raised inside the gang culture.
How did the rose ever open its heart and give to this world all of its beauty? It felt the encouragement of Light against its being; otherwise we all remain too frightened.
Now is the time to understand That all your ideas of right and wrong Were just a child's training wheelsTo be laid aside When you finally live With veracity And love.
What is this precious love and laughter budding in our hearts? It is the glorious sound of a soul waking up!
God disguised as myriad things, and playing a game of tag has kissed you and said, "You're it. I mean you're really it. Now it does not matter what you believe or feel. For something wonderful, something major-league wonderful, is someday going to happen. "
Remember for just one minute of the day, it would be best to try looking upon yourself more as God does, for She knows your true royal nature.
An awake heart is like a sky that pours light.
A violin should be played with love, or not at all.
Children are like crazy, drunken small people in your house.
I don't want to be cremated, I want to be buried. I don't believe in wasting wood and I feel that one should give back to the earth.
One of the liberating effects of science fiction when I was a teenager was precisely its ability to tune me into all sorts of strange data and make me realize that I wasn’t as totally isolated in perceiving the world as being monstrous and crazy