Most of us all walk around as if we're sleepwalking. We really don't experience the world fully, because we're half-asleep, doing things we automatically think we have to do.

The more you defend a lie, the angrier you become.

But hurting ourselves to inflict pain on others is just another cry to be loved.

All I was afraid of is saying good-bye.

Much of what we called "depression" was really dissatisfaction, a result of setting a bar impossibly high or expecting treasures we weren't willing to work for.

I seem to have very few casual readers, only passionate and appreciative ones.

We all know how to be a child. It's inside all of us. For me, it's just remembering how to enjoy it.