I frustrate myself as a writer. There are certain things that I'll think, 'Well, that would be really fun to play. . . if somebody else was playing this character. '
If the 70's freed our inhibitions, what good did it do?
Motherhood is. . . difficult and. . . rewarding.
Whatever it is your heart desires, please go for it, it's yours to have.
You can put things off until tomorrow but tomorrow may never come.
You've got to believe. Never be afraid to dream.
It's not so much for me where you come from, who you are, what race you are. We're just human beings that are still a work in progress and there's a lot that we've got to overcome, so that we can all be equal.
Our sages of blessed memory have said that we must not enjoy any pleasure in this world without reciting a blessing.
Look at this poet William Carlos Williams: he is primitive and native, and his roots are in raw forest and violent places; he is word-sick and place-crazy. He admires strength, but for what? Violence! This is the cult of the frontier mind.
Diogenes would frequently praise those who were about to marry, and yet did not marry.
Always remember, wherever you are, whether near or far, you had a mother who really, really loved you. The original mother. Once you've found your true inner guru you can never again be divided. Perfect union with the divine, through the grace of your real teacher, transcends time, space, death and all worldly limitations. Your real teacher is the original mother - regardless in which manifest or non-manifest form, or gender, she appears. The one who nurtures you and the one who also, out of wisdom and compassion, corrects you if you are misguided.