It's almost as difficult to believe that someone with so many trials could harbor such hope, as that there are those with so much advantage who harbor such hopelessness.

I've come to know that what we want in life is the greatest indication of who we really are (p. 331).

I've wondered why the famous congregate with each other. Perhaps it's to assure each other that they really are as important as they think they are.

We carry around in our heads these pictures of what our lives are supposed to look like, painted by the brush of out intentions. It's the great, deep secret of humanity that in the end none of our lives look the way we thought they would. As much as we wish to believe otherwise, most of life is a reaction to circumstances.

Can you ever forgive me? I already have. How could you? I don't deserve it. That's what makes it love.

It has been a mistake living my life in the past. One cannot ride a horse backwards and still hold its reins.

I'm a humble guy, okay?