Imagine that the universe is a great spinning engine. You want to stay near the core of the thing - right in the hub of the wheel - not out at the edges where all the wild whirling takes place, where you can get frayed and crazy. The hub of calmness - that's your heart. That's where God lives within you. So stop looking for answers in the world. Just keep coming back to that center and you'll always find peace.

And what will I be able to do tomorrow that I cannot yet do today?

Guilt's just your ego's way of tricking you into thinking that you're making moral progress. Don't fall for it, my dear.

I believe that - if you are serious about a life of writing, or indeed about any creative form of expression - that you should take on this work like a holy calling.

The resting place of the mind is the heart. The only thing the mind hears all day is clanging bells and noise and argument, and all it wants is quietude. The only place the mind will ever find peace is inside the silence of the heart. That's where you need to go.

Every word was a singing sparrow, a magic trick, a truffle for me. The words made me laugh in delight.

There's always another level up. There's always another ascension. More grace, more light, more generosity, more compassion, more to shed, more to grow.