One morning as I lay sleeping on the floor, a cockroach crawled over my foot. And I opened my eyes out of this dead sleep - about a 43-year sleep - and in place of all that darkness was a joy that I can't describe.

I have an expression I say a lot: I'm in a hurry. There's suffering on this planet that is so easy to break through if the mind is open to doing so.

When you’re focused outside and believe that your problem is caused by someone else, rather than by your attachment to the story you’re believing in the moment, then you are your own victim, and the situation appears to be hopeless.

The world is a projection of our thoughts - the thoughts we believe.

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

Thought the mind can justify itself faster than the speed of light, it can be stopped through the act of writing.

When your mind opens, the whole world falls into place.