I slept and I dreamed that life was all joy. I woke and saw that life was but service. I served and found that service is joy.

I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.

The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.

Love's over brimming mystery joins death and life. It has filled my cup of pain with joy.

I have no faith in my works. I know time's ocean, its lashing of waves, day by day, will erase them. My faith is in my self.

I slept with him once in 1998, in October or November. I found out I was pregnant with my son a month after.