Sometimes becoming drug free has less to do with addiction and more to do with sanity.

I accept that today may be imperfect... I accept that I may be as well. What I don't accept is that imperfection should be the crutch I use to excuse myself from participating in joy.

I sit before flowers hoping they will train me in the art of opening up I stand on mountain tops believing that avalanches will teach me to let go I know nothing but I am here to learn.

The tiniest dream that you make happen is worth more than the biggest dream that you never attempt.

I will love myself despite the ease with which I lean toward the opposite.

Look at an avalanche, and see that we are at our most powerful when we let go. Look at a flower, and see that we are at our most beautiful when we open up.

If your heart is broken, make art with the pieces.

We come from the mentality, that rarely sees the horror in symmetry or the beauty in non-conformity

Our lives will only ever always continue to be a balancing act that has less to do with pain and more to do with beauty.

I have loved this life. I smile because I have tiny dreams that play hopscotch at the corners of my mouth. And every time I breathe they float, every time I laugh, they fly kites.

If you can't see anything beautiful about yourself, get a better mirror.

We are thickly layered, page lying upon page, behind simple covers. And love - it is not the book itself, but the binding.

We live longerbut less preciselyand in shorter sentences.

Failure is a part of success.

Emily Post says that talking about oneself isn't very polite.' 'I'm sure Miss Post is perfectly correct, but that doesn't seem to stop the rest of us.

My dad was a New York City cop. His father was a New York City fireman. And my mother's dad was a city taxi driver.

I had to learn what made Kim happy. I learned you have to take care of the spark in your eyes.

I am a natural optimist but there were times when (it seemed like) I was doing nothing but adding up on the back of envelope what I had to pay this month.

In Zen brush-painting, the circle is a master's problem. It represents everything and nothing, and in so doing, the universe.

The quickest way to recognize a cult is its treatment of Jesus.

Subtle and insubstantial, the expert leaves no trace; divinely mysterious, he is inaudible. Thus he is master of his enemy's fate.