As smoking is to the lungs, so is resentment to the soul; even one puff is bad for you.

A creative life is an amplified life. It's a bigger life, a happier life, an expanded life, and a hell of a lot more interesting life. Living in this manner-continually and stubbornly bringing forth the jewels that are hidden within you-is a fine art, in and of itself.

You have no idea how strong my love is!

I've read that under trauma, that you have this ability to kind of disconnect from the experience.

Mostly you meet friends when traveling by accident, like by sitting next to them on the train, or in a restaurant, or in a holding cell.

Never forget that once upon a time, in an unguarded moment, you recognized yourself as a friend.

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.