Radical self-care is what we've been longing for, desperate for, our entire lives-friendship with our own hearts.

When writers make us shake our heads with the exactness of their prose and their truths, and even make us laugh about ourselves or life, our buoyancy is restored. We are given a shot at dancing with, or at least clapping along with, the absurdity of life, instead of being squashed by it over and over again.

Perfectionism is the voice of the oppressor; the enemy of the people. It will keep you insane your whole life.

It is hard to remember that you are a cherished spiritual being when you're burping up apple fritters and Cheetos.

Sometimes I think that Jesus watches my neurotic struggles, and shakes his head and grips his forehead and starts tossing back mojitos.

When we're dealing with the people in our family - no matter how annoying or gross they may be, no matter how self-inflicted their suffering may appear, no matter how afflicted they are with ignorance, prejudice or nose hairs - we give from the deepest parts of ourselves.

Writing takes a combination of sophistication and innocence; it takes conscience, our belief that something is beautiful because it is right.