“My passions were all gathered together like fingers that made a fist. Drive is considered aggression today; I knew it then as purpose.”

“I wish I knew how to change my patterns--all of them. But it's like the blood in my finger. I screw up and there it is, just the stuff I'm made of, making a mess again.”

“If I were to die tomorrow, then I'll like to know I made the most of my life today.”

“If I take a finger and touch you, you won't even know you've been tapped. If I take two fingers, you will know that something touched you. But if I bring all of those fingers together in a fist, I can give you a terrible blow!”

“I feel like I gather up other people’s energy. Not on purpose but my eyes are open to everything. We are all part of the same phantom fabric anyway.”

“I kept having dreams all night. I thought they were touching me with their fingers. But dreams don't have fingers, they have fists, so it must have been scorpions.”