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.

One can choose life, or choose death. Having chosen life, I must live it as it is.

Again and again I find that my own inner counselor, my secret dreaming self, is not only wise and helpful but usually amusing as well.

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

For a long time now I have trusted my dreaming self as wiser than that waking self whose head is cluttered with reason and practicalities, so busy trying to control things that he sometimes forgets that the heart has reasons that reason does not know. When I dream, I never forget to trust myself.

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