Tell me what you want, and I'll tell you who you think you are. Tell me what you fear, and I'll tell you who you really are.

The tree is a mediator between the living and dead. Where a limb is malformed, where her branches twist and wave into one another, or where a wound on bark remains unhealed, all these imperfections are sacred pathways between the realms.

... once you start demonizing groups of people, when you make them the other, you can justify doing just about anything you want to the, can't you? Look at history if you don't believe me.

There is lace in every living thing: the bare branches of winter, the patterns of clouds, the surface of water as it ripples in the breeze.... Even a wild dog's matted fur shows a lacy pattern if you look at it closely enough.

We all find means of anesthesia.

There is no wrong answer. Even so, it is easy to receive wrong results, simply by asking the wrong question.

You know who you are. You have always been other.

I am a cypher...I carry no weight, no worth, no influence. I represent nothing. I do not exist.