“When they'd first come out in the morning, a single flounder lay flapping and puffing in the breezeway, one sad, swollen eye looking back toward the sea.”

“We lay on our backs looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when he made life so sad and disinclined. ”

“Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.”

“Concentrate on a single feature – as, build all toward one eye – make all lines lead toward that eye. (Robert Henri)”

“I was 9 years old when I had my first glimpse of wholeness. It was early Christmas morning and I was standing in my pajamas in the living room and looked out of the large windows. Outside the white snow flakes silently singled down toward a snowclad landscape. Suddenly I was filled with a feeling of being one with the slowly dancing snowflakes, one with the silent landscape. I did not understand then that this was my first taste of meditation, but it created a deep thirst and a longing in my heart to return to this natural and effortless experience of being one with the Whole.”

“Then she marched to the pillows and beat them mercilessly until they lay puffed out like obedient clouds.”