“I know the way you can get / When you have not had a drink of Love: / Your face hardens, / Your sweet muscles cramp. / Children become concerned / About a strange look that appears in your eyes / Which even begins to worry your own mirror / And nose.”

Oh, you who are trying to learn the marvel of Love through the copy book of reason, I’m very much afraid that you will never really see the point.

What is this precious love and laughter budding in our hearts? It is the glorious sound of a soul waking up!

Come in, my dear from that harsh world that has rained elements of stone upon your tender face. Every soul should receive a toast from us for bravery!

There is no pleasure without a tincture of bitterness.

An awake heart is like a sky that pours light.

When no one is looking, I swallow deserts and clouds and chew on mountains knowing they are sweet bones! When no one is looking and I want to kiss God, I just lift my own hand to my mouth.

God and I have built an immense fire together. We keep each other happy and warm.

I am in love with every church And mosque And temple And any kind of shrine Because I know it is there That people say the different names Of the One God.

I rarely let the word NO escape from my mouth, because it is so plain to my soul that God has shouted, Yes! Yes! Yes! To every luminous movement in existence.

It is written on the gate of heaven: Nothing in existence is more powerful than destiny. And destiny brought you here, to this page, which is part of your ticket-as all things are-to return to God.

A poet is someone Who can pour Light into a spoon, Then raise it To nourish Your beautiful parched, holy mouth.

What we speak becomes the house we live in.

What is the root of all these words? One thing: Love. But a love so deep and sweet it needed to express itself with scents, sounds, colors that never before existed.

Only heart to heart can speak the bliss of mystic knowers.

There is an ambush everywhere from the army of accidents; therefore the rider of life runs with loosened reins.

Not loving is a letting go. Listen, The terrain around here Is Far too Dangerous For That.

I’m way flashier on Instagram and Snapchat because I feel like that’s what people want to see, and that’s I’ve always done, so I’m not going to stop. People want to see my cars and my purses. People love fashion. But that’s so not me.

With big folks, either people think you look mean or it’s more of a jolly Santa Claus, ‘Oh, he’s just a pudgy little teddy bear pillow.’

How you dress on the outside, it represents your soul.

People flash back to pictures of me when I was 12 and say ‘Kylie’s so different,’ but how can I look the same from 12 -18?

In South Africa, they think we’re pygmies!

I am a strong woman with or without this other person, with or without this job, and with or without these tight pants.

Most of us are wiser than we may appear to be. On one level, wisdom is nothing more profound than an ability to follow one’s own advice.

The Yankees have strict rules. You can have a mustache but no other facial hair.