Arguing with reality it like trying to teach a cat to bark.

One morning as I lay sleeping on the floor, a cockroach crawled over my foot. And I opened my eyes out of this dead sleep - about a 43-year sleep - and in place of all that darkness was a joy that I can't describe.

The world is nothing but my perception of it. I see only through myself. I hear only through the filter of my story.

I live in a state of grace, where I don't have to know.

You move totally away from reality when you believe that there is a legitimate reason to suffer".

You're never given more pain than you can handle. You never, ever get more than you can take.

Im very clear that everyone in the world loves me. I just dont expect them to realize it yet.