I am a lover of what is, not because I'm a spiritual person, but because it hurts when I argue with reality.

The world is what you believe it to be, and it changes as you change.

We don’t attach to things; we attach to our stories about them.

If you're yelling within you that they shouldn't yell at you, that is where the pain begins, not with their yelling at you.

Since the past is unreal and the future is unreal, all your thoughts are about nothing.

We begin to not be human, as we've known it, any longer. But to be just creative minds and action, whereas right now we're confused minds and actions, and our environment mirrors that back to us.

Stories are the untested, uninvestigated theories that tell us what all these things mean. We don’t even realize that they’re just theories.