“I love the life I live, I live the life I love.”

“I'm living the life I love, I tell myself, and loving the life I live. I tell myself: I deserved this.This is exactly what I wanted.”

“I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, & am content.”

“I loved this-living as part of a community...Short of living on a commune, how could I import the feeling of belonging somewhere back into my own life? Quite simply, I could move back to California, where my family and oldest friends were. If I loved the city life but didn't fancy living across the country from everyone I loved, why not San Francisco? I wanted a life, and I no longer really equated life with work.”

“Why am I afraid to dance, I who love music and rhythm and grace and song and laughter? Why am I afraid to live, I who love life and the beauty of flesh and the living colors of the earth and sky and sea? Why am I afraid to love, I who love love?”

“I can tell you that the end of life is the some of the love that was lived in it.”