You're alive because of love. You're made of love.

The world is crazily in love with you, wildly and innocently in love. Even now, thousands of secret helpers are conspiring to turn you into the beautiful curiosity you were born to be.

HYPOTHESES: Evil is boring. Cynicism is idiotic. Fear is a bad habit. Despair is lazy. Joy is fascinating. Love is an act of heroic genius. Pleasure is our birthright. Receptivity is a superpower.

Can you imagine what it would feel like to become aware of an omnipresent ocean of wild divine love that has always been a secret to you in the same way that the sea is invisible to a fish?

We need radical curiosity and reverent pranks, voracious listening and ferocious thanks.

If you bury your face in your tear-stained pillow and beg God to please send you your soul mate, may you not slur your words in such a way that they sound like "cell mate."

In its wild state, the truth is fluid, slippery, vagrant, scrambled, promiscuous, kaleidoscopic, and beautiful.

All of us need to be in touch with a mysterious, tantalizing source of inspiration that teases our sense of wonder and goads us on to life’s next adventure.

Proclaim the only truth you can be totally sure of: "I don't know."

You're a star -- and so am I. I'm a genius -- and so are you. Your success encourages my brilliance, and my charisma enhances your power. Your victory doesn't require my defeat, and vice versa.

Not waiting for someone to give you what you can give yourself.

The living and dead world are separated by breath.

If you can get humor and seriousness at the same time, you've created a special little thing, and that's what I'm looking for, because if you get pompous, you lose everything.

I think we are all coming to realize the web in all its manifestations is a sucking time hole.

The problem is, we’re all using social networks as distribution instead of native platforms to actually tell stories.

Like a satellite in orbit, Apple is perpetually falling. It just happens to miss Earth every time.

Drive to the heart of every answer and expose the question the answer hides.

As long as one asserts oneself and is true to oneself.

There's a demon in me, and he's still around. Without the dope, we have a bit more of a chat these days.

I'm a huge proponent of therapy and analysis, but it's something that, in a nonprofessional way, can be abused.

I share something in common with Norman Rockwell and, for that matter, with Walt Disney, in that I really like to make people happy.