In a weird way I must have loved my little collection of hurts and wounds. They provided me with some real nice sympathy, with the feeling I was exceptional... What a special case I was.

People can start out one way, and by the time life gets through with them they end up completely different.

Unraveling external selves and coming home to our real identity is the true meaning of soul work.

I realize what a strange in-between place I am in. The Young Woman inside has turned to go, but the Old Woman has not shown up.

A lot of time you write out of some unconscious place. I try to trust what is coming and where it wants to take me.

When it's time to die, go ahead and die, and when it's time to live, live. Don't sort-of-maybe live, but live like you're going all out, like you're not afraid.

From now on when people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I planned to say, Amnesiac.