“Some day soon, reaper, your mouth is going to be the source of your own destruction.""That does seem likely, doesn’t it?" Tod glanced at me and shrugged. "Until then, it remains a source of my own amusement.”

“Damn it, Tod!" He glared in the reaper's general direction. "Do not sneak up on me in my own house--I don't care how dead you are! Show yourself or get out."Harmony and I shared a small smile, but my father didn't notice.The reaper shrugged and grinned at me, then blinked out of the chair and onto the carpet at my father's back, now fully corporeal. "Fine," he said, inches from my dad's ear, and my father nearly jumped out of his shirt. "Your house, your rules."My dad spun around, his flush deepening until I thought his face would explode. "I changed my mind. Get out!”

“Idolatry is when you become the source of your own joy. Poverty of spirit is a wonderful thing.”

“This is your karma. You do not understand now, but you will understand later. The source of pain is within your own larger expression of being.”

“Remain independent of any source of income that will deprive you of your personal liberties.”

“I want to know if you can see beauty even when it’s not pretty, every day,and if you can source your own life from its presence.”