Over the years, I developed a theory about why writers are such procrastinators: We were too good in English class. This sounds crazy, but hear me out.

Entrenched customs represent a social equilibrium, and moving away from that equilibrium is difficult to do on your own.

The up side of down: why failing well is the key to success.

It is a vast, and pervasive, cognitive mistake to assume that people who agree with you (or disagree) do so on the same criteria that you care about.

We have made it impossible for children to fall very far—and in so doing, we have robbed them of the joys of climbing high.

There is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humor.

She’s into authentic hearts and mind shattering conversations. Good music and quirky art. Weirdness and eccentric people. Love, kindness and genuine souls. She’s into all this and so much more.

- A sentyment staje się uciążliwy. W końcu jest coś nazbyt fizycznego w próbie zachowania cząstki dzieciństwa na swoim mostku. - Nie pan pierwszy sprowadza wiarę do zmysłu dotyku.

He realised, more vividly than ever before, that art had two constant, two unending preoccupations: it is always meditating upon death and it is always thereby creating life.

He knows I’ve seen something in him. Something I recognize, only because it exists in me too.

Society proceeds like the ocean. After a disaster, it resume its wonted level and rhythms; its devouring interests efface all traces of damage.

The human baby, the human being, is a mosaic of animal and angel.

Some of those more out-there jokes were written in the wee hours of the morning. Somehow, they remained funny the next day.

May the pain of every living creature be completely cleared away. May I be the doctor and the medicine and may I be the nurse for all sick beings in the world until everyone is healed.

One of the perks of being a psychologist is access to tools that allow you to carry out the injunction to know thyself.