The only way I can be angry at you is when I have thought, said, or done something that is unkind in my own opinion.

Ultimately, I am all I can know.

No one told me that you could be alive and be happy. No one told me, and if someone had I wouldn't have believed them. I thought that you had to die - physically die - to escape.

They say, "Katie, you're wrong." And if I say, "How dare you say that? I have studied and studied." Or, "I am an expert in" whatever area we're talking about. Or, "No, you are wrong! And I think you're rude!" Or anything like that, and if we don't say it out loud, maybe we think it, but that's stressful. The moment I've defended, in any way, I've started the war.

Trauma is nothing more than being stuck in what you believe.

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.

If I say, if I talk about, 'I want to be enlightened...' it implies a future. And there isn't any.