Creativity comes from the spiritual realm, the collective consciousness. And the mind is in a different realm than the molecules of the brain. The brain is a receiver, not a source.

Part of being a helathy person is being well integrated and at peace.

The way our brain is wired, we only see what we believe is possible. We match patterns that already exist within ourselves through conditioning.

Your mind is in every cell of your body.

Simply bringing awareness to the process of breathing initiates the release of peptide molecules from the hindbrain to regulate breathing while unifying all systems.

Love often leads to healing, while fear and isolation breed illness. And our biggest fear is abandonment.

Your body is your subconscious mind and you can’t heal it by talk alone.

The way our brain is wired up we only see what we believe is possible.

I always say it was great for God to send his only son, but I'm waiting for him to send his only daughter. Then things will really be great.

When we are playing [games], we are stretching our emotional expressive ranges, loosening up our biochemical flow of information, getting unstuck, and healing our feelings.

Emotions are the glue that holds the cells of the organism together.

I mentally bless and exonerate anyone who has kicked a chair out from beneath her or swallowed opium in large chunks. My mind has met their environment, here in the void. I understand perfectly.

Nature never repeats herself, and the possibilities of one human soul will never be found in another.

If it's worth doing, it's worth overdoing.

It is not death that I'm apparently now succumbing to, but the rapid diminishment of lifeforce from this body of mine.

I remember reading Paul Fussell my first year teaching at U of Hawai'i and being like, oh, it has a turn! Why didn't anyone tell me?

If you're ordering me an edible arrangement to say thanks, I'd prefer a meat one.

I read of the Kalamazoo girl who killed herself after reading the book. I am not at all surprised. She lived in Kalamazoo, for one thing, and then she read the book.

I always knew I'd go back to school. Modeling was a means to an end, making money for graduate school.

The road to wisdom is paved with excess. The mark of a true writer is their ability to mystify the familiar and familiarize the strange.