If we stay where we are, where we're stuck, where we're comfortable and safe, we die there... When nothing new can get in, that's death.

There is something so tender about this to me, about being willing to have your makeup wash off, your eyes tear up, your nose start to run. Its tender partly because it harkens back to infancy, to your mother washing your face with love and lots or water, tending to you, making you clean all over again.

Don't look at your feet to see if you are doing it right. Just dance.

No matter what circumstances, it's hard to be a parent and maintain a sense of self and identity in the world.

This is the Easter message, that awakening is possible, to the goodness of God, the sacredness of human life, the sisterhood and brotherhood of all.

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

They believe that if they do get published, a wonderful new life is in store. It will turn out that deep down they are really valuable people and will have lots of money from now on and really cool people like Ethan Hawke will be dropping by all the time. But it's a lie. Being a published writer will make them long to be ONLY as mentally ill as they are now. Their current level of obsession and doubt and self-loathing will look like the good old days. Honest.