When we are willing to stay even a moment with uncomfortable energy, we gradually learn not to fear it.

Nothing ever goes away until it has taught us what we need to know.

Be kinder to yourself. And then let your kindness flood the world.

Being satisfied with what we already have is a magical golden key to being alive in a full, unrestricted, and inspired way.

So war and peace start in the human heart. Whether that heart is open or whether that heart closes has global implications.

It isn't what happens to us that causes us to suffer; it's what we say to ourselves about what happens.

All you need to know is that the future is wide open and you are about to create it by what you do.

To be fully alive, fully human, and completely awake is to be continually thrown out of the nest.

Feel the feelings and drop the story.

The truth you believe and cling to makes you unavailable to hear anything new.

All situations teach you, and often it's the tough ones that teach you best.

You must not be worried about your belly but worry about your soul

The public is like a piano. You just have to know what keys to poke.

I've read a lot of books, so I know bunches of stuff that sounds like it could be true.

Some days I'm lucky to squeeze out a page of copy that pleases me, but I get as many as six or seven pages on a very good day; the average is probably three pages.

Class, race, sexuality, gender and all other categories by which we categorize and dismiss each other need to be excavated from the inside.

I'm not an impulse shopper. I will wait three days after I see something. Am I still thinking about it? Then I'll get it.

A line is length without breadth.

The model for me is a touchstone, it is a door which I must break open in order to reach the garden in which I am alone and feel good, even the model exists only for what use I can make of it.

I started cutting my teeth on "Someone To Watch Over Me" [George Gershvin] in the college. I've sung that one for a while. There's something so simple and sweet about that lyric.

A certain death of an artist is overconfidence.