We often put off doing something for as long as possible, then as we finally make the decision and step into the action, we're surprised by its relative ease. We're left to wonder why we dreaded it until we realize that most of life's actions are within our reach, but decisions take willpower.

Oh, by the way, I tend to use a lot of profanities. I do that for a reason: I like it.

Stories are how we remember; we tend to forget lists and bullet points.

Given the choice between trivial material brilliantly told versus profound material badly told, an audience will always choose the trivial told brilliantly.

Boredom is the inner conflict we suffer when we lose desire, when we lack a lacking.

We realize we can't go around saying and doing what we're actually thinking and feeling. If we all did that, life would be a lunatic asylum. Indeed, that's how you know you're talking to a lunatic. Lunatics are those poor souls who have lost their inner communication and so they allow themselves to say and do exactly what they are thinking and feeling and that's why they're mad.

What happens is fact, not truth. Truth is what we think about what happens.