The sky didn't wonder where it was.

He kissed me hard and I kissed him back harder, like it was the end of an era that had lasted all of my life.

There's no way to know what makes one thing happen and not another. What leads to what. What destroys what. What causes what to flourish or die or take another course.

I didn't feel sad or happy. I didn't feel proud or ashamed. I only felt that in spite of all the things I'd done wrong, in getting myself here, I'd done right.

In my perception, the world wasn't a graph or formula or an equation. It was a story.

Perhaps by now I'd come far enough that I had the guts to be afraid.

Fear, to a great extent, is born of a story we tell ourselves...

In the mornings, my pain was magnified by about a thousand. In the morning there weren’t only those sad facts about my life. Now there was also the additional fact that I was a pile of shit.

What if I forgave myself even though I'd done something I shouldn't have?

There was the woman I was before my mom died and the one I was now, my old life sitting on the surface of me like a bruise.

But now that she was dying, I knew everything. My mother was in me already. Not just the parts of her that I knew, but the parts of her that had come before me too.

If it turns out that there is a God...the worst that you can say about him is that basically he's an underachiever.

If you haven’t though about quitting even once when working on your business, that business is not your real passion.

You are responsible for everything you TWEET and RETWEET.

It is easy to conform, but it takes great courage to stand up for peace.

It’s hard for me to talk about love, ' she said. 'I think movies are the way I do that.

The moment you make the internal changes necessary to obtain your goal, the outside world changes instantly.

A crust in comfort is better than a feast in fear.

Smooth and ordered on the outside; roiling and chaotic and desperately secretive underneath, but not noticeably so, never noticeably so.

I want you and I hate wanting things and I especially hate admitting I want them.

How come "fat chance" and "slim chance" mean the same thing?