“You're saying that our souls and the stars and the wings of a butterfly are all somehow connected? ”

“Can words sprout wings? Can they glide like butterflies through the air? Can they captivate us, carry us off into another world? Can they open the last secret chambers of our souls?”

“Awakening is not a thing. It is not a goal, not a concept. It is not something to be attained. It is a metamorphosis. If the caterpillar thinks about the butterfly it is to become, saying ‘And then I shall have wings and antennae,’ there will never be a butterfly. The caterpillar must accept its own disappearance in its transformation. When the marvelous butterfly takes wing, nothing of the caterpillar remains.”

“Folded in my arms you're a butterfly in reverseyou're giving up your wings and inheriting my curseyou're letting go ofme you're letting go”

“My soul has painted like the wings of butterflies,Fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die,I can fly, my friends...”

“Eating connects us to our histories as much as it connects our souls to our bodies, our bodies to the earth.”