When I first moved to New York, I moved all over because I never knew where I would be or if I was going to Europe, so I would sublet apartments. It was miserable because I was constantly moving.

I'm not incredibly hipster. I wasn't cool enough to handle it.

I always knew I was going to leave the Midwest but didn't really know how the opportunity would present itself. When it happened, I was like, "Yes, okay right now, I'm coming. Goodbye!"

The Americans don't like the American look but the Europeans just eat it up.

I don’t trust anybody. Not anybody. And the more that I care about someone, the more sure I am they’re going to get tired of me and take off.

Let us think about our attitude of compassion and understanding with which we choose to respond to what is happening around us

Everyday is an oportunity to make a new happy ending.

I remember being caught in this earthquake in Mexico City and having a sense of people coming before me, of being part of this lineage. I felt similarly when I went to India and South America.

Funny that all of Nixon's crimes - anonymous campaign cash, wiretapping, undeclared wars - are all legal now. Discuss.

I love being by the ocean. It stills the voices in my head.

The ministry of bearing with one another is learning to hear God speak through difficult people.

Putin is behaving in a very dangerous way. And Donald Trump sounds as though he would simply sit back and allow that to go on. I worry about where that would end up.

Consciousness is indeed always with us. Everyone knows 'I am!' No one can deny his own being.

Are you okay?" I (Cassie) call up to him. "Um. Define okay." (Ben) "Okay means you're not bleeding to death." "I'm okay.