Logic and faith don't occupy the same side.

I found myself doing so much public speaking, more and more and bigger and bigger.

When I near the end of a book, it feels as if the entire universe meets me more than halfway and supports me. The whole world seems to shimmer when I find the words. My mind quiets.

There's something about urban life - you walk out your door, and you're in a steady of stream of life happening around you, and it's very easy to get caught up in that stream and simply kind of keep on moving.

I'm very disciplined, but the one thing that I have addictive behavior about is the Internet.

At some point each day (well, most days) I unroll my mat and practice for an hour. I sit in meditation for a while. This can be five minutes or twenty minutes, but the daily practice - simply showing up for it - is centering.

My son is now fourteen, and from the moment he was born, I understood that forevermore my heart would be walking around outside my body.