In the yoga of love we learn to love consciousness. Consciousness is existence. It is the very stuff of which life is composed.
I was a quiet teenager, introverted, full of angst.
I am not a chef. I am not even a trained or professional cook. My qualification is as an eater.
You could probably get through life without knowing how to roast a chicken, but the question is, would you want to?
Sometimes. . . we don't want to feel like a postmodern, postfeminist, overstretched woman but, rather, a domestic goddess, trailing nutmeggy fumes of baking pie in our languorous wake.
You cannot truly say you live well unless you eat well.
I think we all live in a world that is so fast-paced, it's threatening and absolutely saturated with change and novelty and insecurity. Therefore, the ritual of cooking and feeding my family and friends, whoever drops in, is what makes me feel that I'm in a universe that is contained.
Nothing is capable of being well set to music that is not nonsense.
The interest in the supernatural in a very generic sense and in the spiritual is not in itself a factor that helps the communication of the Christian faith.
While I respect suicidal tendencies on most days, you’d do well to remember who you’re addressing and, more to the point, what I can do to you. No one says you have to go back to Tartarus in one piece. (Acheron)
That's maybe the reason he does so many things so that he will not have to think.