We've spent so much time judging what other people created that we've created very, very little of our own.

Your heart is my piñata.

You can spend your whole life building a wall of facts between you and anything real.

What you have to understand, is your father was your model for God.

History is nothing except monsters or victims. Or witnesses.

Emotionally, in our minds, we get so filled with resentments where we've got a story about absolutely everything.

Your past is just a story. And once you realize this it has no power over you.