Fears, indecision, and frustration feed on words. Without words they usually stop. . . . Words are at times good for looking back, but they are confining when I need to act in the present.

Books seek us out. They slip themselves into our hands just at the time we are ready for a new self-concept.

I talk because I feel, and I talk to you because I want you to know how I feel.

Support your friends - even in their mistakes. But be clear, however, that it is the friend and not the mistake you are supporting.

An argument is always about what has been made more important than the relationship.

I sometimes react to making a mistake as if I have betrayed myself. My fear of making a mistake seems to be based on the hidden assumption that I am potentially perfect and that if I can just be very careful I will not fall from heaven. But a 'mistake' is a declaration of the way I am, a jolt to the way I intend, a reminder I am not dealing with the facts. When I have listened to my mistakes I have grown.

All my life, I have made it complicated, but it is so simple. I love when I love. And when I love, I am myself.