I gave my heart to the mountains the minute I stood beside this river with its spray in my face and watched it thunder into foam, smooth to green glass over sunken rocks, shatter to foam again. I was fascinated by how it sped by and yet was always there; its roar shook both the earth and me.
Be proud of every scar on your heart, each one holds a lifetime’s worth of lessons.
A writer is an organism that will go on writing even after its heart has been cut out.
A political animal can be defined as a body that will go on circulating a petition even with its heart cut out.
