Souls aren’t discrete units — or even units at all. They’re more like reflections of consciousness in a fractured mirror.

For everything about him fitting her fantasy image of what she wanted, she still didn’t feel seen by him…and that made her all the more aware that maybe her fantasy wasn’t what she wanted at all.

Happily-ever-after monogamy has been reinforced so steadily in literature that we tend to feel like failures when we don’t achieve that in reality.

There is too much emphasis on being positive, to the detriment of being real.

Some of the pain released, and love filled the cleared space, uniting, magnetizing more self-love to it.

He hasn’t really seen you, not as you want to be seen, but he’s starting to, a little.

Then you shouldn’t be worried about him being with me. You can have him back when I’m done with him.

Educate thyself.

She was drawn to damaged souls like a moth to a flame.

She will speculate that she didn’t fully know her husband—this will give her leverage to seek him, to come to know him. It will keep her husband “alive” in her memory—elusive, teasing.

Salvakalpa samadhi is like a sea of perfect light; nirvikalpa samadhi is no light, no darkness, no way to describe it. Absorption is complete, that's nirvana.

I think many years ago I got on a bus in L.A. and drove around to see the stars' homes, but that's the extent of my direct experience in Hollywood.

Had I just begged for an audience with Death?

[Nancy] Pelosi personifies this [Democratic] party's repudiation.

We believe what we want to believe, and once we believe something, it becomes a self-fulfilling truth.

The country has gone sane and got back to horses.