Since the past is unreal and the future is unreal, all your thoughts are about nothing.

Some of us are returning to sanity, because we're tired of the pain. We're in a hurry. No time to mess around.

If you want real control, drop the illusion of control; let life have you. It does anyway. You’re just telling yourself the story of how it doesn’t.

Judge your neighbor, write it down. Ask four questions, turn it around.

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.

Who would you be if you didn't believe this lie?

Some children are afraid to die because their parents are afraid to die. My own children have come to understand that it's totally okay with me if they die. They don't have to live for my sake.