Authentic power is a new potential of this expanded perceptual system that we are all being given as a gift.

Eventually, you will come to understand that love heals everything, and love is all there is.

The opposite of love is not hate. It is fear.

Humbleness, forgiveness, clarity and love are the dynamics of freedom. They are the foundations of authentic power.

Please... tell me who you are and what you want. And if you think those are simple questions, keep in mind that most people live their entire lives without arriving at an answer.

A power struggle collapses when you withdraw your energy from it. Power struggles become uninteresting to you when you change your intention from winning to learning about yourself.

The amount of stress in your life is determined by how much energy you expend resisting your life.

Reverence is an attitude of honoring life. Reverence automatically brings forth patience. Reverence permits non-judgemental justice. Reverence is a perception of the soul.

Changing the world begins with the very personal process of changing yourself, the only place you can begin is where you are, and the only time you can begin is always now.

What is behind your eyes holds more power than what is in front of them.

Your experiences are not limited to what you have created in the past

And then things would be fine. Then I'd be fine.

Let it be that your life becomes the brightest light that enlightens the whole world.

In retrospect, perhaps the biggest reason my mother was cared for but not helped for twenty years was the simplest: Her functioning was not that necessary to the world.

I don't even wanna say female guitar-players, just guitar-players, because music of all things doesn't need to be gendered and stratified, that's so boring.

You know, the condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip it on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night, then you throw it away.

I never imagined that I'd be out of prison.

You need dictatorships and poverty to produce great footballers.

Virginia Woolf's writing is no more than glamorous knitting. I believe she must have a pattern somewhere.

An aphorism should be like a burr: sting, ... and leave a little soreness.

How Sunday into Monday melts!