I was very much a child of the 1960s. I protested the Vietnam War and grew up in a fairly politicized home. My father was like a cross between William Kunstler and Zorba the Greek. I grew up among left-wing lawyers.

If I had to choose between a narrow-minded woman or a man who was an enlightened thinker, I would vote for the man.

Love will push every button, try every faith, challenge every strength, trigger every weakness, mock every value, and then leave you there to die. And then you will be ready to be born at last, to become a soul who is strong enough to take love on. You'll be a romantic mystic who has achieved the elements: you endured the flames of love, you were baptized in the waters of love, and now you can soar like only a mystic can through the skies and skin of a lover's heart.

Until we see love as the meaning of life, life seems to have no meaning at all. The sense of meaninglessness produces chaos, and the chaos produces fear. There is only one way out of this, and that is to see every moment and every situation as an invitation to love.

Enlightenment is the key to everything, and it is the key to intimacy, because it is the goal of true authenticity.

Cynicism is just an excuse for not helping.

Our barriers to love are rarely consciously chosen. They are our efforts to protect the places where the heart is bruised.