How many people can you claim truly care about you? I mean, not just the people in your life who are fun to hang out with, not just the people who you love and trust. But people who feel good when you are happy and successful, feel bad when you are hurt or going through a hard time, people who would walk away from their lives for a little while to help you with yours?

There's nothing particularly dark in my past... I live in the light. My disposition is basically happy. I have a good life.

The woman I was seems hopelessly naive. I envy her.

Even if someone is overcome with rage, it takes amazing arrogance to kill.

Judgment is such a useful shield, isn't it? We can hide behind it, rise above others on its crest, keep ourselves safe and separate.

Once you've started down that road to self-discovery, no matter how treacherous the path before you, you can't turn back. The universe doesn't allow it.

Denial: my family heritage. If you don't ask the questions, the truth will never inconvenience you.