If Stalin gives you a love advice, it has to succeed.

What if the way we perceive a problem is already part of the problem?

Words are never 'only words'; they matter because they define the contours of what we can do.

If you have reasons to love someone, you don’t love them.

The threat today is not passivity, but pseudo-activity, the urge to "be active", to "participate", to mask the Nothingness of what goes on.

I already am eating from the trash can all the time. The name of this trash can is ideology. The material force of ideology makes me not see what I am effectively eating.

We feel free because we lack the very language to articulate our unfreedom.

Love feels like a great misfortune, a monstrous parasite, a permanent state of emergency that ruins all small pleasures.

Atheism is not the denial of the existence of God, but having doubts as to whether God is conscious.

Thinking begins when you ask really difficult questions.

The problem for us is not are our desires satisfied or not. The problem is how do we know what we desire.

Simply by changing our thoughts, we can sow the seeds of happiness in the garden of our minds.

Until we can receive with an open heart, we are never really giving with an open heart.

The need for connection and community is primal, as fundamental as the need for air, water, and food.

what you don't know, you don't miss

Anger seek it prey,-- Something to tear with sharp-edged tooth and claw, Like not to go off hungry, leaving Love To feast on milk and honeycomb at will.

I'd been right from the start - soulmates were for fairy tales. In real life, people were just people, and they couldn't be trusted.

When you doubt your power, you give power to your doubt.

The mechanism she employs is much more powerful than ours, for all her levers move the human heart.

Yeah, but our choices are limited. We choose from a list that they chose for us." She said. "Well, Choices are supposed to be limited. That's life" I snapped

Rincewind had always been happy to think of himself as a racist. The One Hundred Meters, the Mile, the Marathon -- he'd run them all.