All of us, as we mature and grow up - if we're doing life right - we evolve.

Alone had always felt like an actual place to me, as if it weren't a state of being, but rather a room where I could retreat to be who I really was.

Art isn't anecdote. It's the consciousness we bring to bear in our lives.

But the reality is we often become our kindest, most ethical selves only by seeing what it feels like to be a selfish jackass first.

...the other half of rising—the very half that makes rising necessary—is having been nailed to the cross.

Whatever happens to you belongs to you. Make it yours. Feed it to yourself even if it feels impossible to swallow. Let it nurture you, because it will.

I felt something growing in me that was strong and real.