The only thing that ever came close to tugging my heart strings is music. I know this because that is the only time I've felt them move.

So I found myself telling my own stories. It was strange: as I did it I realised how much we get shaped by our stories. It's like the stories of our lives make us the people we are. If someone had no...

This is what you have to ask yourself: Do you want to be good, or just seem good? Do you want to be good to yourself and others? Do you care about other people, always, sometimes, never? Or only when...

I was still searching for someone to blame for my suffering. I really wanted someone to transfer my hate to, so that I could stop hating myself.

What could anyone confess that would be worth anything or serve any useful purpose? What has happened to us has either happened to everyone or to us alone

I found it hard to get motivated because I found it hard to care.

And I've learned to hit the brakes at these kinds of stop signs rather than t-boning a tanker truck filled with 200 proof mediocrity.

You think you have a handle on God, the Universe, and the Great White Light until you go home for Thanksgiving. In an hour, you realize how far you've got to go and who is the real turkey.

Mr. Pembroke, watching his broad back, desired to bury a knife in it. The desire passed, partly because it was unclerical, partly because he had no knife, and partly because he soon blurred over what...

My first strike was marrying a guy without a college degree. My second and third were getting pregnant. I suppose that when I didn't go on to become the next Gloria Allred, she was justified in...

Be confident enough to show your true self to the world.

Writing about the self to spur intellectual growth or attain a teardrop of emotional salvation is akin to a fish attempting to construct a net that will capture itself.

... I'm not afraid of the opinions of others - but of being needed and coming up short ...

If you think, you are important, you are not.

If we all desire love and acceptance, shouldn't we love and accept all others?

Silence can bring us into alignment with our thoughts and feelings and help us to hear the quiet spiritual voice of our intuition.

It is rooted deep in your bones

There's not a lot to do when you don't want to do anything.

I gave them everything I had, and I guess it feels alright. I gave them my body, and they use it every night.

We talk what we think but do what we believe.

I am suspended in the moment. Flickering images faded with age, frozen thoughts hovering precariously in dead space, a whirlwind of memories that slice through my soul.

She rebuked herself for this thought. she was, she saw, always having thoughts for which she rebuked herself. It then flashed across her mind that the thoughts for which she rebuked herself almost...

Real beauty is not in your face—it is in your soul.

It took until the end of her life for me to cherish each day with my mother the way I naturally did with my brother. At the end, I loved my mother simply, without request to do better in any way, or...

Just as the room of the Inquisitor in Dr. Talos's play, with its high judicial bench, lurked somewhere at the lowest level of the House Absolute, so we have each of us in the dustiest cellars of our...

Sometimes, You need to step outside, get some air, and remind yourself of who you are and who you want to be.

When you have nothing to show up for having lived for many decades, you are likely to borrow other people's credibility which won't fit! Live like you!

I am going to add a cold beer. Why not a bottle of whiskey? Because my story is cheap and cannot afford such props. Goddamn, even my imagination is not wealthy enough to order a bottle of Jack!

I'd rather be called immature in those little moments, than be mature and live the rest of my life with those little regrets.

I ask myself, who do I trust? Then I answered, No - one