We're miserable because we think that we are mere individuals, alone with our fears and flaws and resentment and mortality.

Life's metaphors are God's instructions.

I don't think you can come into your wisdom until you have made mistakes on your own skin and felt them in reality of your own life.

As far as we know, we are the only species on the planet who have been given the gift-or curse, perhaps-of awareness about our own mortality. Everything here eventually dies; we're just the lucky ones who get to think about this fact every day.

Listen to the whispers or soon you will be listening to the screams.

I've ruined my eyes, I've ruined my health from my studiousness!

Someone has to write all those stories: why not me?