If I had a prayer, it would be this: "God, spare me from the desire for love, approval, or appreciation. Amen."

Reality doesn't wait for your opinion, vote, or permission, sweetheart. It just keeps being what it is and doing what it does.

No one can hurt me - that's my job.

You can’t have your daughter as long as you have a concept of her. When you get rid of the concept, you meet your daughter for the first time. That’s the way this works.

You can't drop concepts. You can only shine a little flashlight on them as you do inquiry, an you see that what you thought was true wasn't. And when the truth is seen, there's nothing you can do to make the lie true for you again.

When safety is our priority, we live our lives being very, very careful, and we wind up having no lives

I am a lover of what is, not because I'm a spiritual person, but because it hurts when I argue with reality.