Start making excuses and there's no end to it. I can't live that kind of life.

Why do I act like this, agreeing when I really disagree, letting people force me to do things I don't want to do?

Maybe the only thing I can definitely say about is this: That’s life. Maybe the only thing we can do is accept it, without really knowing what’s going on.

Whatever it is you're seeking won't come in the form you're expecting.

Like you're riding a train at night across some vast plain, and you catch a glimpse of a tiny light in a window of a farmhouse. In an instant it's sucked back into the darkness behind and vanishes. But if you close your eyes, that point of light stays with you, just barely for a few moments.

It's not right for one friend to do all the giving and the other to do all the taking: that's not real friendship.

If there’s something I can’t do but want to, I won’t relax until I’m able to do it.