That's the purpose of stress. It's a friend. It's an alarm clock, built in to let you know that it's time to do The Work.

Life is simple. Everything happens for you, not to you. Everything happens at exactly the right moment, neither too soon nor too late. You don't have to like it... it's just easier if you do.

Spare yourself from seeking love, approval, or appreciation-from anyone. And watch what happens in reality, just for fun.

Our job is unconditional love. The job of everyone else in our life is to push our buttons.

Stress is an alarm clock that lets you know you're attached to something not true for you.

Peace doesn't require two people; it requires only one. It has to be you. The problem begins and ends there.

Fear has only two causes: the thought of losing what you have or the thought of not getting what you want.

Pay close attention to the particular thoughts you use to deprive yourself of happiness.

If you want real control, drop the illusion of control; let life have you. It does anyway. You’re just telling yourself the story of how it doesn’t.

It's not your job to like me - it's mine

It's not the problem that causes our suffering; it's our thinking about the problem.

Loving yourself is the first step towards knowing what you would and wouldn't take from people - it determines not just the way people treat you but the relationships you keep in the first place

Adults were pack rats of old, useless emotions.

I have lived a great deal among grown-ups. I have seen them intimately, close at hand. And that hasn’t much improved my opinion of them.

We smoked the way other American families would have wine with dinner. For us, it was our sacrament. It was something that made a great life sweeter in every possible way.

It is a surprisingly close progression from hunting animals to hunting and torturing people... catching and lynching blacks or smoking out Jews during the Holocaust.

If you were a tree, what kind would you be?

In the same way that when the car got going, people thought it would be an electric car, people thought it would be a steam car.

It is the glorious doom of literature that the evil perishes and the good remains.

No film ever ends up exactly as you would like it to, but with minor exceptions, THX came out pretty much as I had visualized it, thanks to some excellent assistance -- and a whole lot of luck.

Usually, I get hired because I'm tall.