NVC gives us tools and understanding to create a more peaceful state of mind.

Every criticism, judgment, diagnosis, and expression of anger is the tragic expression of an unmet need.

Your presence is the most precious gift you can give to another human being.

All violence is the result of people tricking themselves into believing that their pain derives from other people and that consequently those people deserve to be punished.

We are never angry because of what others say or do. It is our thinking that makes us angry.

Instead of playing the game "Making Life Wonderful", we often play the game called "Who's Right". Do you know that game? It's a game where everybody loses.

Empathy is a respectful understanding of what others are experiencing.

People have been trained to criticize, insult, and otherwise communicate in ways that create distance among people.

You don't have to be brilliant. It's enough to become progressively less stupid.

Most of us grew up speaking a language that encourages us to label, compare, demand, and pronounce judgments rather than to be aware of what we are feeling and needing.

The most dangerous of all behaviors may consist of doing things 'because we're supposed to.

sometimes i wake upin the middleof the nightand findpoetry splatteredall over my bed.

He cupped her head with both hands. “You’re full of your own kind of magic, and it’s much more rare and beautiful than all the other spells around you. They are commonplace. You are unique.

Lunch can wait. Everything can wait. Time to run.

Read obsessively. It will make you a better human and a better writer.

Art is the stored honey of the human soul, gathered on wings of misery and travail.

Telepathy, both simultaneous and precognitive, is now an experimentally established fact.

No political party has exclusive patent rights on prosperity.

Studies have been done showing that there really are gender differences, that women do bring more congeniality and compromise to the table.

You're not like the others. I've seen a few; I know. When I talk, you look at me. When I said something about the moon, you looked at the moon.

Hearing often-times the still, sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power to chasten and subdue.