We're just afraid, period. Our fear is free-floating. We're afraid this isn't the right relationship or we're afraid it is. We're afraid they won't like us or we're afraid they will. We're afraid of failure or we're afraid of success. We're afraid of dying young or we're afraid of growing old. We're more afraid of life than we are of death.

I don't feel there is any spiritual or metaphysical justification for turning our backs on human suffering.

Part of forgiving people is releasing them from our own agendas.

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.

Whatever worked in the past, build on it; whatever didn't work in the past, break the chain that binds you to it.

I think moral outrage is born not of anger but of love. It comes from the highest in us, not from a low-level sense of anger or cynicism.

Some men know that a light touch of the tongue, running from a woman's toes to her ears, lingering in the softest way possible in various places in between, given often enough and sincerely enough, would add immeasurably to world peace.