The liberator who destroys my property is fighting to save my spirit. The teacher who clears all possessions from my path will set me free.

When we die, these are the stories still on our lips. The stories we’ll only tell strangers, someplace private in the padded cell of midnight. These important stories, we rehearse them for years in our head but never tell. These stories are ghosts, bringing people back from the dead. Just for a moment. For a visit. Every story is a ghost.

The only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open.

I need to rebel against myself. It's the opposite of following your bliss. I need to do what I most fear.

If you could be either God’s worst enemy or nothing, which would you choose?

If we can forgive what’s been done to us... If we can forgive what we’ve done to others... If we can leave all of our stories behind. Our being villains or victims. Only then can we maybe rescue the world.

People had been working for so many years to make the world a safe organized place. Nobody realized how boring it would become.