Once you acknowledge that reality is not your enemy, it will no longer be your enemy.

Never play the Devil's Advocate. Your words could be the difference between success and failure in someone else.

I was thinking about picking up kayaking, but I didn't want anyone to think I had herpes.

I used to dream of a week-long beach vacation with white sand under my toes... right now, I'd settle for 48 hours at a Motel 6 with some Lysol and a UV lamp.

I think we, sometimes, try to fill a void with so many other things that we make the wound deeper & prevent it from ever healing properly.

Your past doesn't define you. Only your present and your future. If your life is screwed up, stop making excuses. What are you going to do about it today?

If it isn't going to matter to you in 5 years, quit stressing about it. (Also, quit b*tching about it. It might matter when you're all alone in 5 yrs because you're annoying now.)

It's nice to feel needed... it's better to feel wanted.

As a kid, I dreamed of a knight in shining armor coming to rescue me. Now, I just dream of equal pay for equal work.

I'll say it again, for every moment you're with the wrong person, you are robbing yourself and the right person of the opportunity to find real happiness.

Today is the first day of the rest of your life, and if you screw that up, you can start again tomorrow.

You want to be happy? You want to be well? Then put your boots on.

I get it, you know. I'm operating on privilege too. It may be a number of notches down from yours but it's every bit as unearned. I think the trick is to never forget it.

We live in an ascending scale when we live happily one thing leading to another in an endless series.

I do not belong to any school, I simply want to do something that is personal to my self.

Meditation is nothing but taking a mental shower.

We must for dear life make our own counter-realities.

When one promise jostles another, one of 'em isn't a promise.

The harvest truly is plenteous, but the labourers are few.

I don't care if a reader hates one of my stories, just as long as he finishes the book.

Everyone told me to pass on Speed because it was a 'bus movie.'