People who want to find a place of rest, want to find an integrated personality, sense of self, want fewer fractures in their lives.

There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.

Everything that's born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they're all on fire, and we're all trapped.

I made up my mind that nothing,, nothing was going to stop me Not even me.

Can’t you even tell me if I’m on the right track?" Buckminster purred, and Dad shrugged his shoulders again. "But if you don’t tell me anything, how can I ever be right?" He circled something in an article and said, "Another way of looking at it would be, how could you ever be wrong?

The question, I've come to think, is not what inspires one to change, but what inspires one to remain changed.

If it weren't my life, I wouldn't have believed it.