Shut up and write anyway. Don't use anything as an excuse.

Never underestimate people. They do desire the cut of truth.

Life is not orderly. No matter how we try to make it so, right in the middle of it we die, lose a leg, fall in love, or drop a jar of applesauce.

And we can't avoid an inch of our own experience; if we do it causes a blur, a bleep, a puffy unreality. Our job is to wake up to everything, because if we slow down enough, we see that we are everything.

At the moment our rational mind stops, hits against a wall ... something else happens. And a bigger mind, like a pearl, rolls in a silver bowl.

Great lovers realize that they are what they are in love with.

We never graduate from first grade. Over and over, we have to go back to the beginning.