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.

If I'm okay with dying, my son is at least as enlightened as that. If I'm okay with my cancer, my son is at least as enlightened as I am.

all the advice you ever gave your partner is for you to hear

It's not your job to like me - it's mine

The mind usually says, “I know, I know, I know.” But the “don’t-know mind” is where wisdom lives.

What would it be like to let go of wanting things to be other than they are?

If I think the environment in the world needs to be cleaned up, let me clean up my own environment. Let me clean up the environment in my head - let me work with that pollution and that ecosystem.