eventually, everything goes away.

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.

It is unpleasant and disturbing to be rejected. It is deeply satisfying to be accepted.

I was fifteen years old when I understood how it is that things break down: people can't imagine someone else's point of view.

You are the sum of my infatuation and infinite devotion.

Things change and work changes. Right now I like the idea of enveloping a space and getting messages across that connect to the world in ways that seem familiar but are different.

I'd never taken to four foot creatures who had the uncanny ability to point out all my flaws in thirty second flat. And just for the record, I can too read without moving my lips.

What I liked about American movies when I was a kid was that they're sort of larger than life and I think I'm still suffering from that reaction.

It is necessary to constantly remind ourselves that we are not an abomination.

In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?

When you put on a clown suit and a rubber nose, nobody has any idea what you look like inside.

Entities are not to be multiplied beyond necessity.