Civilization has taught us to eat with a fork, but even now if nobody is around we use our fingers.

Don't let yesterday take up too much of today.

When I die, I want to die like my grandfather who died peacefully in his sleep. Not screaming like all the passengers in his car.

We think we listen, but very rarely do we listen with real understanding, true empathy. Yet listening, of this very special kind, is one of the most potent forces for change that I know.

Growth occurs when individuals confront problems, struggle to master them, and through that struggle develop new aspects of their skills, capacities, views about life.

The curious paradox is that when I accept myself just as I am, then I can change.

As no one else can know how we perceive, we are the best experts on ourselves.

There are three kinds of men. The one that learns by reading. The few who learn by observation. The rest of them have to pee on the electric fence for themselves.

A person cannot teach another person directly; a person can only facilitate another's learning

We ought to be living as if Jesus died yesterday, rose this morning, and is coming back this afternoon.

The good life is a process, not a state of being. It is a direction not a destination.

It is not a religion. It is a relationship.

I lean my head against my knee and close my eyes. Even the illusion of June is enough to send a stabbing pain through my chest. Hell. I miss her so much.

When I am playing, I am in ecstasy; that is what I live for.

I love a broad margin to my life. Sometimes, in a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath, I sat in my sunny doorway from sunrise til noon, rapt in a revery.

Clothes are inevitable. They are nothing less than the furniture of the mind made visible.

I've felt that if I just used initials nobody would know whether I was a man or a woman, a dog or a tiger. I could hide from view, like a bat on the underside of a branch.

If you don't execute on your plans, then you don't reach anywhere.

I will send a fastball into the cyber hole.

Let me fall out of the window/ With confetti in my hair

Almost makes you want to go to jail out here, doesn't it?