Everything already talks, Joe told her. Plants, animals, even that old truck of mine. The trick is figuring out their language, learning to hear what they’re saying so that it makes sense.
It's all a matter of paying attention, being awake in the present moment, and not expecting a huge payoff. The magic in this world seems to work in whispers and small kindnesses.
Every time you do a good deed you shine the light a little farther into the dark. And the thing is, when you're gone that light is going to keep shining on, pushing the shadows back.
Though the three of them were unrelated by blood, they were sisters all the same. In the heart, where it mattered.
The faerie represent the beauty we don't see, or even choose to ignore. That's why I'll paint them in junkyards, or fluttering around a sleeping wino. No place or person is immune to spirit. Look hard...
She should have gotten a dog instead of having a kid. Dogs are easy to train and they like being led around on a leash.
Sculptors, poets, painters, musicians—they’re the traditional purveyors of Beauty. But it can as easily be created by a gardener, a farmer, a plumber, a careworker. It’s the intent you put into your w...
People didn't realize it, but they needed myths to survive, just as much now as when their forebears were alive. Perhaps more. Mythology embodied the world's dreams, helped to make sense of the great...
Look inside yourself for the answers - you're the only one who knows what's best for you. Everybody else is only guessing.
Let me give you some advice: Try to approach things without preconceived ideas, without supposing you already know everything there is to know about them. Get that trick down and you'll be surprised a...
I’ve always wondered about the other religions. The Christian god is supposed to have created the world in seven days. Their world—not ours.
I watched the people passing below, each of them a story, each story part of somebody else's, all of it connected to the big story of the world. People weren't islands, so far as I was concerned. How...
I love this world, he added. That is what rules my life. When I die, I want to have done all in my power to leave it in a better state than it was when I found it. At the same time I know that this ca...
Every book tells a different story to the person who reads it. How they perceive that book will depend on they are. A good book reflects the reader, as much as it illuminates the author's text.
As the new work fills my notebooks, I've come to realize that the characters in my stories were so real because I really did want to get close to people, I really did want to know them. It was just ea...
Understanding that, for all that they knew so little of each other, there was something deep inside each of them that saw a kindred spirit in the other.
You've got to find yourself first. Everything else'll follow.
Well, you know this world isn't perfect.' 'No, you're wrong. This world IS perfect, people just come along and mess it up sometimes.
We are wise women, Abuela liked to say. Not because we are wise, but because we seek wisdom.
There’s stories and then there’s stories, he said, interrupting her. The ones with any worth change your life forever, perhaps only in a small way, but once you’ve heard them, they are forever a part...