Be real to others. You can be fake only to yourself.

Life is not others' perception about you, but what you experience within.

Sometimes, the only way out is all in.

Recreate your life, always, always. Remove the stones, plant rose bushes and make sweets. Begin again.

Sometimes I get so frustrated with folk talking about how busy the devil is. Own your mess! You might be the devil. Stop inviting MESS into your life and blaming the devil!

What we do upon some great occasion will probably depend on what we already are and what we are will be the result of previous years of self-discipline.

It is by great economy of means that one arrives at simplicity of expression.

Then I went to bed and cried into my pillow. I wasn't sad, not at all. It was just so beautiful to have an intense feeling and the right words at the same time. What are we but our stories?

Self-hatred is sometimes appropriate.

We all know what we're doing. Whether we realize it or not.

Next, when I cast mine eyes and see That brave vibration each way free, O how that glittering taketh me!

The death of an illusion tends to disconcert.

Late-night television is like the cereal aisle in the supermarket: too many choices. Also, too many 'different' brands that really aren't different at all.