Or I can choose to force myself to consider the likelihood that everyone else in the supermarket's checkout line is just as bored and frustrated as I am, and that some of these people probably have much harder, more tedious or painful lives than I do, overall.

And when he came to, he was flat on his back on the beach in the freezing sand, and it was raining out of a low sky, and the tide was way out.

That what appears to be egoism so often isn't.

The job of the first eight pages is not to have the reader want to throw the book at the wall, during the first eight pages.

This is nourishing, redemptive we become less alone inside.

There is no hatred in my love for you. Only a sadness I feel all the more strongly for my inability to explain or describe it.

Our attachments are our temple, what we worship, no? What we give ourselves to, what we invest with faith. . . . Attachments are of great seriousness. Choose your attachments carefully. Choose your temple of fanaticism with great care.