“All I wanted was for you to be free from everything. And with that freedom, you often showed me another world, so I wanted you to be even freer. I wanted you to be so free that you would live your ...”

“You're paved in my heart like an old road. Like the pebbles in a pebble field, dirt in dirt, dust in dust, cobwebs in cobwebs.”

“When he came home with the traditional gift of underwear bought with his first paycheck, she barely looked at it, and coldly shot at him, What about what you were going to be?”

“You realize that you habitually thought of Mom when something in your life was not going well, because when you thought of her it was as though something got back on track, and you felt re-energized.”

“Only after Mom went missing did you realize that her stories were piled inside you, in endless stacks. Mom's everyday life used to go on in a repeating loop, without a break. Her everyday words, wh...”

“...I have so many dreams of my own, and I remember things from my childhood, from when I was a girl and a young woman, and I haven't forgotten a thing. So why did we think of Mom as a mom from the ...”

“Walter Issacson biographer of Steve Jobs:I remember sitting in his backyard in his garden, one day, and he started talking about God. He [Jobs] said, Sometimes I believe in God, sometimes I dont. ...”

“Believe what you believe and it will be, believe what others believe and they will consume you!”

“Total Enlightenment is 'Vision without Purpose'.”

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of wi...”

“My dear,Find what you love and let it kill you.Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.Let it kill you and let it devour your remains....”

“If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?”

“My work was done, so it was time to start digging my grave again.”

“In the grave, there is neither learning nor working. Learn while you can, work while you can.”

“Often I return to the grave after leaving flowers tulips, lilies, carnations to find the heads eaten by deer. Its just as good a use for the flowers as any, and one Paul would have liked. The ear...”