True power—not to be confused with worldly power—is found at that beautifuland sacred spot where will and surrender merge into an unstoppable force.

Meditation alone cannot heal the world, but it can and does speed up the healing process.

The hardest part of any yoga practice is rolling out your mat.

When infused with compassion, even the most useless snake oils have the power to heal broken hearts and shattered souls.

The narrow edge between comfort and discomfort is to a yogi what a grain of sand is to an oyster.

The great paradox of life is that to fully live, we must let a piece of ourselves die.

Instead of asking, “How can I ease my suffering?” yoga would have us ask, “How can I better serve my brothers and sisters?” Because only in answering the latter can we hope to answer the former.

Standing at the end of a diving board looking at the water never made the water warmer, but it will make taking the plunge unnecessarily hard.

Sculpting the future and healing the past can only happen through mindful action in the present moment.

Forcing Your body into a yoga pose is like brushing your teeth with a wire brush. You may get rid of the plaque but gingivitis will be the least of your concerns.

I am at the moment writing a lengthy indictment against our century. When my brain begins to reel from my literary labors, I make an occasional cheese dip.

Today you.... tomorrow me.

O my people, I disavow all that you associate [with God]. I orient my face with an exclusive orientation towards Him, who created the heavens and the earth and I am not one of the associators.

Continuous personal and professional development is your key to the future.

It's one thing to be twenty and touring the world, but doing it in your forties, you wake up with aches and pains.

One of my most strong memories was studying with Mel Bochner, one of the, I think, high water marks of American conceptual art.

Y. That perfect letter. The wishbone, fork in the road, empty wineglass. The question we ask over and over.

Grief is natural; the absence of all feeling is undesirable, but moderation in grief should be observed, as in the face of all good or evil.

At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do.

Brooklyn is kind of my writer's retreat.