So most of the time when we are confronted by more, rather than a few, choices we're often novices and so we don't really know how to differentiate these various options.

When we speak of choice, what we mean is the ability to exercise control over ourselves and our environment. In order to choose, we must first perceive that control is possible.

We have the ability to create choice by altering our interpretations of the world.

In order to 'hold fast' to something, one must allow oneself to be held to something. That commitment may be one of the hardest things to practice in a world of so much choice.

Choice is the only tool we have that enables us to go from who we are today to who we want to be tomorrow.

Balancing hopes, desires and an appreciating of the possibilities with a clear-eyed assessment of the limitations: that is the art of choosing.

The key to getting the most from choice is to be choosy about choosing.

The typical American reports making about 70 [choices] in a typical day.

I pick what are my priorities and I limit those priorities to less than five in my life and really in those particular areas put in the energy to try to make good choices.

Choosing is a creative process, one through which we construct our environment, our lives, ourselves.

The expansion of choice has become an explosion of choice.

The heart has a deeper intelligence than the mind ever will.

During relaxation we drop our guard. Particularly in conversation. Relaxed conversation leads to openness. And in openness we often reveal what should never be revealed.

But I wanted marriage for myself. I was not calculating about it. I wish I was more calculating.

The purpose of life is not to do what we want but what needs to be done.

I never could see anything wrong in sensationalism; and I am sure our society is suffering more from secrecy than from flamboyant revelations.

People are intimidated when they first meet me, but it doesn't take them long to realise I'm just an average person.

The world had ended, so why had the battle not ceased, the castle fallen silent in horror, and every combatant laid down their arms?

The camera relieves us of the burden of memory.

I hate any kind of owing of anything.

It's weird. People want you to know that they write. They want you to know they're a musician, rather than making music or making stories. It's the strangest thing.