The more things you own, the more they own you.

Do you remember when you were 10 or 11 years old and you really thought your folks were the best? They were completely omniscient and you took their word for everything. And then you got older and you went through this hideous age when suddenly they were the devil, they were bullies, and they didn't know anything.

To repeat, the way you get to the huge, impossible yes is, you start collecting a lot of easy, small yeses.

If people thought you were dying, they gave you their full attention.

Someday you will die, and until you know that, you're useless to me.

I just want one person I can rescue and I want one person who needs me. Who can't live without me. I want to be a hero, but not just one time.

Don't write about your most emotionally charged moment as a learning thing.