Of course there's objective truth, but when we're looking at people's accounts of it, it seems the real truth lies in the accretion of all these different versions.

I read to make myself feel awake.

My heartfelt wish for you: as you get older, your self will diminish and you will grow in love.

I'm not thinking in any big thematic or conceptual terms - especially in this book [Lincoln in the Bardo] when I was trying to make the voices more active, more energetic.

Developing our sympathetic compassion is not only possible but the only reason for us to be here on earth.

I actually do believe in life after death.

If I find myself being too earnest and sentimental and hyperbolic and simplistic, which is definitely a tendency I have, then I bring in this perverse henchman.