I surrender it to God, knowing that the pain itself is a product or a reflection of how I am interpreting whatever it is that is causing me pain. Some pain is simply the normal grief of human existence. That is pain that I try to make room for. I honor my grief. I try to be kinder to myself. I give myself time to move through and to process whatever is making me sad.

You can live constrained within the confines of a solely material perspective, or choose instead the infinite field of quantum possibility.

Once you reach a certain age, you're either slowly dying or slowly being reborn. I want to choose the latter.

Daily life is the enemy of greatness.

The Real You isn't damaged goods. The Real You is the light of the universe.

The fact that the commercial success of my books has allowed me to buy a house for myself and my daughter I think is a lovely thing. I don't think there is anything wrong with that.

You are emerging from the cocoon of your former self. There are no limits to the extent of the transformation that's possible for you.