The only thing more unthinkable than leaving was staying; the only thing more impossible than staying was leaving.

A true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.

I've never seen any life transformation that didn't begin with the person in question finally getting tired of their own bullshit.

Tis' better to live your own life imperfectly than to imitate someone else's perfectly.

Stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone ought to be.

I'm choosing happiness over suffering, I know I am. I'm making space for the unknown future to fill up my life with yet-to-come surprises.

This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.

There's always another level up. There's always another ascension. More grace, more light, more generosity, more compassion, more to shed, more to grow.

You were given life; it is your duty (and also your entitlement as a human being) to find something beautiful within life, no matter how slight.

Never forget that once upon a time, in an unguarded moment, you recognized yourself as a friend.

If you're going to answer the call and you're going to transform and you're going to change, get ready. It is not a day at the beach.

Sometimes Vin imagined she was like the ash, or the wind, or the mist itself. A thing without thought, capable of simply being, not thinking, caring, or hurting. Then she could be...free.

Then Walter died as he lived, he told his mate. A hero, a soldier, and a survivor who chose to protect what was precious to him. I don't think, if you could ask him, that he would have any regrets.

People who live in glass houses have to wash their windows all the time.

I'm afraid everything I was is gone and all that's left is everything I'm not.

He is invariably in a hurry being in a hurry is one of the tributes he pays to life.

We are suffering from a kind of slow-motion barbarization from within.

Writing history is like drinking an ocean and pissing a cupful.

San Quentin, may you rot and burn in hell. May your walls fall and may I live to tell.

For me, there's never any bad blood - unless you do something to me.

I am madness maddened when it comes to books, writers, and the great granary silos where their wits are stored.