Your life is not predestined, as in Calvinist thought, where everything is written down in the book of life long before your birth and is inescapable. There are choices, accidents, hints and wrong paths, and the ego you, or whatever you call yourself, is a factor in all this. But there is still this other factor that keeps calling. At some moment, people turn, in despair or when they are unable to go any longer on a certain route, and this inner voice says, "Where have you been? I've been waiting for you to turn to me for a long time."

We are human less by virtue of our ideal goals than by the vice of our inferiority.

If you are still being hurt by an event that happened to you at twelve, it is the thought that is hurting you now.

Our lives are determined less by our childhood than by the traumatic way we have learned to remember our childhoods.

It is impossible to see the angel unless you first have a notion of it.

We can't change anything until we get some fresh ideas, until we begin to see things differently.

I know my own deficiencies, one of which is that I had lived away from America for such a long time. It's called expatriate