I've known for years that resentments don't hurt the person we resent, but they do hurt us.

I've seen prayers answered. But often, in my experiences, if you get what you pray for, you've really shortchanged yourself.

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.

My understanding is that you get to choose which of your thoughts to go with.

When we agree to being part of something bigger than our own wired, fixated minds, we are saved.

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.

My mind is a neighborhood I try not to go into alone.