You get your intuition back when you make space for it, when you stop the chattering of the rational mind. The rational mind doesn't nourish you. You assume that it gives you the truth, because the rational mind is the golden calf that this culture worships, but this is not true. Rationality squeezes out much that is rich and juicy and fascinating.

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

I spend most of my time alone, because I so value and thrive in the quiet. Heaven.

Or you might shout at the top of your lungs or whisper into your sleeve, "I hate you, God." That is a prayer too, because it is real, it is truth, and maybe it is the first sincere thought you've had in months.

You can safely assume that you've created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do.

Because this business of becoming conscious, of being a writer, is ultimately about asking yourself, How alive am I willing to be?

I try to write the books I would love to come upon that are honest, concerned with real lives, human hearts, spiritual transformation, families, secrets, wonder, craziness - and that can make me laugh.