Adults under threat feel like children.

Imagine what you'd do if it absolutely didn't matter what people thought of you. Got it? Good. Never go back.

Friends, there are many areas in which I need encouragement, but worrying is not one of them. I worry the way Renée Fleming sings high Cs: Effortlessly. Loudly. At length.

No one else can take risks for us, or face our losses on our behalf, or give us self-esteem. No one can spare us from life's slings and arrows, and when death comes, we meet it alone.

Children who assume adult responsibilities feel old when they're young.

I want you to notice is that-right here, right now-you’re okay. You may be in pain, you may be in fear, you may be in grief. But you’re here, you’re surviving; this moment is okay.

To know what that true self is without social pressure is to know your true nature.