This is what separates artists from ordinary people: the belief, deep in our hearts, that if we build our castles well enough, somehow the ocean won't wash them away. I think this is a wonderful kind of person to be.

My best teachers were mess, failure, death, mistakes, and the people I hated, including myself.

We are not here to see through one another, but to see one another through.

Grace is having a commitment to- or at least an acceptance of- being ineffective and foolish. That our bottled charm is the main roadblock to drinking that clear cool glass of love.

If you fixate on the big picture, the whole shebang, the overview, you miss the stitching.

In fact, not forgiving is like drinking rat poison and then waiting for the rat to die.

You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories.