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.

Nothing comes ahead of its time, and nothing ever happened that didn't need to happen.

A thought is harmless unless we believe it.

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!

My experience is that the teachers we need most are the people we're living with right now.

My life is a contribution.

Reality is always the story of a past, and what I love about the past is—it's over.