Look yourself in the eyes in a mirror each day. You can ignore the small voice still inside you, but your reflection will always have something to say.

The choice to make good choices is the best choice you can choose. Fail to make that choice and on most choices you will lose.

Life is a web of intersections and choices. Your 1st choice is to recognize an intersection. Your 2nd choice is to be grateful for it.

Get off the treadmill of consumption, replication, and mediocrity. Begin lifting the weights of creativity, originality, and success.

A professional headshot in front of a bookshelf says you're an intellectual. A professional headshot peeking though a bookshelf says you're probably under a restraining order.

One of my relatives invented the sensory deprivation tank. Appropriately, most of my family has never seen or heard of him.

When I first tried a sensory deprivation tank, people thought I had lost my mind. In fact, I had found it.

I've never written a quote I feel would be suitable for my gravestone. Wouldn't it be ironic if it were this one? Oh, and could you pull a few weeds while you're here?

The best cure for a stick up your butt is a dog to play fetch with.

Part of my soul goes into each quote I write. A book of my quotes can be yours for just $19.99.

Quotes are echos of voices transporting wisdom, humor, and love. Returning again to the human condition, fleeting once more as a dove.

Yes please” sounds powerful and concise. It’s a response and a request. It is not about being a good girl

In thinking about His many blessings, you view God's work from a new perspective.

It is fatal to one's artistic life to talk about something that is in process.

In open source, we feel strongly that to really do something well, you have to get a lot of people involved.

Don't count out Marian Wright Edelman, because there is talk that President Clinton may want to shock the nation by putting a real black on the Supreme Court.

Prejudice is ignorance.

What's the challenge in writing a novel that few people will read? I'm more than happy writing what I do and have no plans to change that.

At first, she loved nought else but flowers, And then-she only loved the rose; And then-herself alone; and then- She knew not what, but now-she knows.

Naught so sweet as melancholy.

There's something so sweet about being on your yoga mat, whether that be at Jivamukti, Dharma Mittra, or in my living room.