“Death reminds us that we are part of the same river, the same flow from the same source, rushing towards the same destiny. Were you close? Yes, but we didn’t know it then.”

When it’s gentle, you go sailing, have a picnic, take a swim.

The hot, moist smell of babies fresh from naps.

Discover that we are capable of solitary joy and having experienced it, know that we have touched the core of self.

Grief is like the wind. When it’s blowing hard, you adjust your sails and run before it. If it blows too hard, you stay in the harbor, close the hatches and don’t take calls.

From beginning to end this is a wet and blood smeared voyage, this begetting and birthing and moving away.

A red brick Presbyterian church… captured by kudzu vines as surely as a butterfly in a net.

Siblings may be ambivalent about their relationships in life, but in death the power of their bond strangles the surviving heart.

The source of inward happiness which shall outlast the earth– To them e’en kings should yield the palm, and own their higher worth.

Work is the source of nearly all the misery in the world.

You know, there are times when it’s a source of personal pride to not be human.

The body is a reservoir of all sorts of tensions and dark forces. And it’s also the potential source of amazing energy. This thing wants to live. It is a powerful engine.

You cannot do leadership without a source of regenerative strength. What is your source?

I…am an evolved being who deals solely with the source of light…in all of us in our own minds. No middleman required.

In figure painting, the type of all painting, I have endeavoured to set forth that the principal if not sole source of life enchantments are Tactile Values, Movement and Space Composition.

Opinion has a significance proportioned to the sources that sustain it.