But the very fact that this world is so challenging is exactly why you sometimes must reach out of its jurisdiction for help, appealing to a higher authority in order to find your comfort.

We search for happiness everywhere, but we are like Tolstoy's fabled beggar who spent his life sitting on a pot of gold, under him the whole time. Your treasure--your perfection--is within you already. But to claim it, you must leave the buy commotion of the mind and abandon the desires of the ego and enter into the silence of the heart.

I have these new policies toward my life, like 'I will not accelerate when I see the yellow light.'

I actually have a great deal of respect for antidepressants; I think they can be enormously mighty tools toward recovery.

To show a longing for anything that one cannot have, for instance, is not a clever position.

I think sometimes we look at other people's marriages and we think they must always be so happy together. I don't know anybody who's married for a long time who hasn't somehow made room in their love story for the hate and resentment that they sometimes feel toward each other.

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