All the layers of our soul we are willing to give up for fleeting attention.

Beware of buying into any conspiracy theory that allows you to forget your conscience.

Our fault line lies wherever our aesthetics becomes more important to us than our ethics.

We are the daughters of the Goddess unburned.

Nothing is lost if you know it by heart.

There is no spiritual authority based on material wealth, worldly status, or institutional power. It can only occur despite them.

Love demands absolute surrender in the theatre of war that is passion. It is the cruelest of all destinies, and the only road to salvation.

What is love for than to teach us how to feel and what is illusion for than to teach us how not to?

It’s our beloved dead that care the most. Love’s all they’ve got.

There’s nothing quite so final as indifference that is well earned.

Some people have it naturally, some need to work at it. But you don’t get anywhere unless you work at it.

Never surrender, but do let go.

Sometimes surviving a catastrophe was what the catastrophe was for.

Tap into your own rebellion.

Be more interested in what you create than in what you consume.

Unless we are willing to go to the cold dark heart of our own desire for specialness, we will never be free of the need to please.

Our identity may be dependent on the way others perceive us, but we have full unassailable authorship over our own self.

A hero is the one that stays.

Go towards warmth & leave all that is cold to the heart behind.

Never give your mind over to the tribe. Your heart, always, but never your mind.

Separating my heart from yours feels like breaking the spine of creation.

Sometimes it’s enough to see its limits to understand its content.

In matters of spirit, important to be grateful, but not be obliged.

It doesn’t have to be perfect, but it needs to be published.

The one good thing about nightmares is that, eventually, we wake up.

Make your home on sacred soil, and you’ll always belong.

We weave moments into stories to honour our thread.

Poetry is our soul in flight learning how to walk.

A secret is either holy, or it is poison. There is no middle ground.

People that refuse to change become living prisons, not only incarcerating themselves, but anyone who shows them affection, or dissent.

It’s the shadow not the mask that, in the end, does the evil deed.

It’s always good to remember that Dostoevsky wrote The Gambler about his own addiction to gambling to pay off his gambling debts.

Art is an attempt to translate the Universe to oneself, and oneself to others.

Whatever they can do, I can do better. I just need to read their book.

He waits for your mistake.

All the things we threw away come back to us as birds on wires. Nature sending telegrams.

The wrong ones are always the most loved.

Your beat draws your circle.

Grounding requires a 360-degree perspective.

Secrecy, not exclusivity.

She never wasted a mood without lacing it with poison, or a word without lodging a bullet in it.