The only unique contribution you can offer the world is to be who you actually are and no one else.

When I said, “I am my mother, but I’m not,” I was saying my path would be my own.

The door wasn’t closing. Shiloh’s spirit opened up as she considered the possibilities.

...tethered to the ground by quotidian conversation.... the window rosy with anemic November light.

We must be trying to learn who we really are rather than trying to tell ourselves who we should be.

Oh honey, have you learned nothing from these plays? Ain't such a line between faking and being.

Until you are able to answer the question of self, you'll still be living under someones shadows

God is love, I said, but art's the possibility of forms, and shadows are the source of identity.

[…] alla fin fine, bisogna saper apprezzare i vantaggi che si traggono dalle proprie origini.

Illumination is remembering your identity as the eternal spirit and energy that animates all that is.

Our identity has already been chosen for us; but it is up to us to accept it, or fight and change it.

There's nothing like an orgasm to make a person think--and more often than not, to think too much.

I remember feeling that pieces of me were scattered around the world; I belonged to her, Mother Earth.

We tend to view ourselves as this, lying in contradiction with everything that is not ourselves, that.

She fixed a smile that she hoped looked authentic. Pretending to be content continued to be hard work.