Depression opens the door to beauty of some kind.

All we can do when we think of kids today is think of more hours of school, earlier age at the computer, and curfews. Who would want to grow up in that world?

Anytime you’re gonna grow, you’re gonna lose something. You’re losing what you’re hanging onto to keep safe. You’re losing habits that you’re comfortable with, you’re losing familiarity.

Love alone is not enough. Without imagination, love stales into sentiment, duty, boredom. Relationships fail not because we have stopped loving but because we first stopped imagining.

We can't change anything until we get some fresh ideas, until we begin to see things differently.

Sooner or later something seems to call us onto a particular path... this is what I must do, this is what I've got to have. This is who I am.

It's important to ask yourself, How am I useful to others? What do people want from me? That may very well reveal what you are here for.

Just stop for a minute and you'll realize you're happy just being. I think it's the pursuit that screws up happiness. If we drop the pursuit, it's right here.

To see the angel in the malady requires an eye for the invisible, a certain blinding of one eye and an opening of the other to elsewhere.

Psychology, so dedicated to awakening human consciousness, needs to wake itself up to one of the most ancient human truths: we cannot be studied or cured apart from the planet.

Our life is psychological, and the purpose of life is to make psyche of it, to find connections between life and soul.

I'm not really that girl who dreams about her wedding day.

And malt does more than Milton can to justify God's ways to man.

Liberal moms like soccer because it's a sport in which athletic talent finds so little expression that girls can play with boys. No serious sport is co-ed, even at the kindergarten level.

The most critical variable [to becoming a change-maker] is one's willingness to give oneself permission. To break the mental chains that make us small because everyone tells us we cannot.

Now Eros makes a man really want, not a woman, but one particular woman. In some mysterious but quite indisputable fashion the lover desires the Beloved herself, not the pleasure she can give.

Love children especially, for they too are sinless like the angels; they live to soften and purify our hearts and, as it were, to guide us.

In my dorm room, I was a hermit making music, I've always had a sense of urgency that I don't have forever to make this happen.

My superpower would be telepathy. And I would by necessity need to use it with discretion, not all the time.

The voice of reason is small, but very persistent.

Let the green girl go!