Some of us are returning to sanity, because we're tired of the pain. We're in a hurry. No time to mess around.

I really believe I'm right. So, tell me, where am I wrong?

Sometimes the concept you're questioning makes more sense to ask just the second one and not the first one.

Here’s how a child listens: you tell him something, and he puts his own interpretation on what you said. That’s what he hears. No one has ever heard you.

There is no story that is you or that leads to you. Every story leads away from you.

Who I believed myself to be was a hopeless case. I would wake up in the mornings and notice I was still alive and breathing and hate God, hate myself, hate life, and contemplate ways of killing myself.

Every mind deserves to be free. When the mind is free, that's the end of suffering.