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.

The parts of me that used to think I was different or smarter or whatever, almost made me die.

But there are all different kinds of freedom, and the kind that is most precious you will not hear much talked about in the great outside world of winning and achieving and displaying.

Real leaders are people who “help us overcome the limitations of our own individual laziness and selfishness and weakness and fear and get us to do better, harder things than we can get ourselves to do on our own.

I know I'm paranoid, but am I paranoid enough?

Acceptance is usually more a matter of fatigue than anything else.

We are not dead but asleep, dreaming of ourselves.