When I was in my early forties, I slept with a loaded gun under my bed. Id become severely depressed in my thirties, and for almost a decade I spiraled down into paranoia, rage, self-loathing, and thoughts of suicide.

Whatever it takes for you to find your freedom, that's what you've lived.

I have discovered that in every language and every country I have visited, there are no new stories. They're all recycled. The same stressful thoughts arise in each mind one way or another, sooner or later.

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.

Fear is always the result of an unquestioned past imagined as a future.

I love being free enough that I can be so intimate with people, and that people are free enough that we can all be intimate with each other!

We may appear to be mean but we're really only frightened.