Sometimes it seems to me that in this absurdly random life there is some inherent justice in the outcome of personal relationships. In the long run, we get no more than we have been willing to give.

He may only get to keep that which he is willing to let go of.

You can't make anyone love you. You just have to reveal who you are and take your chances. (105)

There appear to be many people who chose to go crazy (or become alcoholics, addicts, criminals, suicides) rather than have to bear the pain and ambiguity of a life situation that they have decided that they cannot stand. (98)

The unlived life isn't worth examining.

So it is that there is nothing to be taught, but yet there is something to be learned.

Maintaining the illusion that I am in control is futile, lonely, and in the long run more always costly than the effort is worth.