My mother's death put me in touch with my most savage self. As I've grown up and come to terms with her death and accepted it, the pieces of her that I keep don't exist materially.

You have to say I am forgiven again and again until it becomes the story you believe about yourself.

Healing is a small and ordinary and very burnt thing. And it's one thing and one thing only: it's doing what you have to do.

The wanting was a wilderness and I had to find my own way out of the woods.

Of all the things I’d been skeptical about, I didn’t feel skeptical about this: the wilderness had a clarity that included me.

Let yourself be gutted. Let it open you. Start here.

I remember being absolutely rocked to my core by how profoundly I could love another human being.