We break ourselves up into parts. To lie to ourselves, to hide things from ourselves. You are not you. You are not what you think you are. You are bigger than you think. More complicated than you think.

Most people I know live their lives moving in a constant forward direction, the whole time looking backward.

You can only go to places that you will let yourself go.

You want to tell a story? Grow a heart. Grow two. Now, with the second heart, smash the first one into bits.

This, then, is my choice: I can allow the events of my life to happen to me. Or I can take those very same actions and make them my own. I can live in my own present, risk failure, be assured of failure.

If I could be half the person my dog is, I'd be twice the human I am.

Desire is suffering. A simple equation, and a nice catchphrase. But flipped around, it is more troubling: suffering is desire.