I think an awful lot of the diplomatic problems that exist in the world come from people assuming that their society is the one with a purchase on truth.

The opposite of depression is not happiness, but vitality, and it was vitality that seemed to seep out of me.

You need to take the traumas and make them part of who you've come to be, and you need to fold the worst events of your life into a narrative of triumph, evincing a better self in response to things that hurt.

There is a great deal of sin that comes from homosexuals who believe their homosexuality is a sin.

I believe that organized religion is an ornament to the truth, and that aesthetics are part of its power.

That, in essence, is the catastrophe of suicide for those who survive: not only the loss of someone, but the loss of the chance to persuade that person to act differently, the loss of the chance to connect.

It's deeply humbling to realize that there is no such thing as a society with a purchase on truth.