I Suddenly Realized I Was Racing Around

America Has A Hold On Imaginations That No Other Country Does. I Think That Is Partly Because It Is An Immigrant Country And There Is Still A Kind Of Innocence In America That Translates Very Well Everywhere In The World.

We Can Better See What We Don't Have. The Other Man's Grass Is Always Greener And Now We Can Actually Go And Visit His Grass Much More And Feel The Absence Of Green In Our Own Lives.

You Can Continue Your Practice, You Can Exercise Kindness, You Can Practice Meditation Whether You're In A Prison Or A Millionaire's House, Whether You're In India Or Tibet.

Writing Is, In The End, That Oddest Of Anomalies: An Intimate Letter To A Stranger.

A Comma . . . Catches The Gentle Drift Of The Mind In Thought, Turning In On Itself And Back On Itself, Reversing, Redoubling, And Returning Along The Course Of Its Own Sweet River Music; While The Semicolon Brings Clauses And Thoughts Together With All The Silent Discretion Of A Hostess Arranging Guests Around Her Dinner Table.