For all their bitching about what’s holding them back, most people have a lot of trouble coming up with the defined dreams they’re being held from.

What we fear doing most is usually what we most need to do.

If you don't have time, the truth is, you don't have priorities. Think harder; don't work harder.

It isn't enough to think outside the box. Thinking is passive. Get used to acting outside the box.

The best way to counter-attack a hater is to make it blatantly obvious that their attack has had no impact on you.

The way we measure productivity is flawed. People checking their BlackBerry over dinner is not the measure of productivity.

I'll repeat something you might consider tattooing on your forehead: What we fear doing most is usually what we most need to do.

That's precisely the question everyone should be asking-why the hell not? - Why not you, why not now.

Money doesn't change you; it reveals who you are when you no longer have to be nice.

Luxury, to me, is not owning a lot of stuff. Luxury, to me, is feeling unrushed.

Slow down and remember this: Most things make no difference. Being busy is a form of mental laziness-lazy thinking and indiscriminate action.

No woman is responsible for altering the psyche of her oppressor, even when that psyche is embodied in another woman.

People who know a lot of the same things can hardly help talking about them.

I think one of the reasons we have children is to believe everything all over again. And I'm not talking Santa, here, either.

I write a sentence a thousand times, changing it all the time to look at it in different ways.

Real friends. The kind that don't purposely hurt your feelings or stop liking you for no reason.

Escapism has value, even if I don't know what its value is, exactly. Maybe it's just part of some healthy way that we deal with the world.

Wise elders will likely be those individuals who stay both mentally and physically vital throughout life.

Where a blood relation sobs, an intimate friend should choke up, a distant acquaintance should sigh, a stranger should merely fumble sympathetically with his handkerchief.

Do you know why I love God? Because Heaven is real. And one day, when we get to Heaven, we are going to have arms and legs. And we are going to run, and we are going play, and we are going to race.

It's like the mod thing is happening again.