Perfectionism is slow death.

Love, the magician, knows this little trick whereby two people walk in different directions yet always remain side by side.

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

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.

Boredom is useful to me when I notice it and think: Oh I'm bored; there must be something else I want to be doing... boredom acts as an initiator of originality by pushing me into new activities or new thoughts.

Moods should be heard but never danced to.

I'd rather be happy than right.