There Are No Inanimate Objects.

Insanity Is A Lack Of Proportion.

Every House We Have Lived In, Every Building To Which Our Hands Have Lent Their Work, Belongs To Us By Virtue Of Love Or Of Regret.

There Are Places One Comes Home To That One Has Never Been To.

It's Perfectly Possible To Hate One's Fat And To Love One's Body At The Same Time.

Our Awesome Responsibility To Ourselves, To Our Children, And To The Future Is To Create Ourselves In The Image Of Goodness, Because The Future Depends On The Nobility Of Our Imaginings.