Progress is a collection of expectations set and met.

Your weakest version and highest self both live within you. Yes they do.

Do not give up on yourself as you encounter your worst version and do not take it easy as you experience your higher self.

Talking empties you of the noisy silence within.

When you lose everything, you are free. You become a receiver.

No one taught us how to address our impulses. No one.

We are all tips of the iceberg.

Laughter is a threat to aging.

Because we idealize Giving so much, we ignore the ability, blessing, and duty to Receive.

I am trying to find a midway between Buddha and Brutal Existence.

Make information your servant, perspective your reward, and openness your principle.

Someday, I'm going to have to break some of your rules, Mom.""I know, " she said. "Try to do it behind my back, will you?¨You can bet on that, Mom.¨We both sat there and laughed.

Laughter would be bereaved if snobbery died.

I am fully aware that everybody has a right to succeed, and success should be with ethics.

When one is engaged in a desperate defense of one's world and its values, nothing can be given away, any breach in the walls might be fatal, every point must be defended to the death.

It was a weird sensation. Like getting caught eavesdropping, or lying, or sitting on the toilet and having the bathroom walls suddenly drop away.

Nothing's wrong. Everything's right. Things couldn't be righter. Things could be less tired. They could be less busy. They could be less caffeinated. But they couldn't be righter.

I think it's really important to find out why people hurt you or try to oppose you or whatever.

I can hear my brother's voice in my head. Your problem is that you're too emotional. But how can I not be emotional, Rowan? How can I not care?

On a relative level where we live, we need to have a sense of identity, otherwise we'd fall apart, wouldn't we?

They look at me and I kind of back up in case they go for my throat.