The real challenge is to remember to see clearly when everything's flying around us and we're wrapped up in our [emotional] wounds and traumas.

I would rather have a mind opened by wonder than one closed by belief.

The flower doesn't dream of the bee. It blossoms and the bee comes.

Even when clouds grow thick, the sun still pours its light earthward.

The key to knowing joy is being easily pleased.

When we heal ourselves, we heal the world.

The real & lasting practice for each of us is to remove what obstructs us so we can be who we are.

To journey without being changed, is to be a nomad. To change without journeying is to be a chameleon. To journey and to be transformed by the journeying is to be a pilgrim.

Tragedy stays alive by feeling what's been done to us, while peace comes alive by living with the results.

…I keep looking for one more teacher, only to find that fish learn from the water and birds learn from the sky.” (p.275)

Each of us carries some wisdom waiting to be discovered at the center of our experience. Everything we meet, if faced and held, reveals a part of that wisdom.

If you can bow in front of the justice at the height of your power, it means that you are really a just person!

Anyone ever tell you you're an incredible kisser?

Confidence is one of the sexiest things in guys and girls.

Lions, wolves, and vultures don't live together in herds, droves or flocks. Of all animals of prey, man is the only sociable one. Every one of us preys upon his neighbor, and yet we herd together.

I learned that lesson a long time ago. When you write popular fiction, you're going to get bashed by critics.

I love football and beer and have a normal girlfriend.

Conducting is a strange thing to teach.

There will be many times when we won't look good-to ourselves or anyone else. We need to stop demanding that we do. It is impossible to get better and look good at the same time.

Loneliness is the price we have to pay for being born in this modern age, so full of freedom, independence, and our own egotistical selves.

Her life was a tissue of vanity and deceit.