The resting place of the mind is the heart.

I am burdened with what the Buddhists call the 'monkey mind' -- the thoughts that swing from limb to limb, stopping only to scratch themselves, spit and howl.

There is a reason they call God a presence - because God is right here, right now. In the present is the only place to find Him, and now is the only time.

I should just put it bluntly, because we're all sort of friends here now - it's exceedingly likely that my greatest success is behind me. Oh, so Jesus, what a thought! You know that's the kind of thought that could lead a person to start drinking gin at nine o'clock in the morning, and I don't want to go there.

I never wanted to be the person that waited for a stranger to come to town - I wanted to be the stranger!

I would like to spend the rest of my days in a place so silent–and working at a pace so slow–that I would be able to hear myself living.

Balance is not letting anyone love you less than you love yourself.