We can’t start over again, and it wouldn’t “be perfect” if we could. We can only continue.

There are a great many people in our society who are happy, but since they don’t know they’re happy, they’re not happy.

I must learn to love the fool in me – the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries. It alone protects me against that utterly self-controlled, masterful tyrant whom I also harbor and who would rob me of my human aliveness, humility, and dignity but for my Fool.

The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider’s web. The problem is not that there are problems. The problem is expecting otherwise and thinking that having problems is a problem.

Have you considered that if you don’t make waves, nobody including yourself will know that you are alive?

I must learn to love the fool in me the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries.

Compassion for myself is the most powerful healer of them all.

There are a great many people in our society who are happy, but since they don't know they're happy, they're not happy.

Television deprives children of their imaginations.

The process of writing a book is infinitely more important than the book that is completed as a result of the writing, let alone the success or failure that book may have after it is written . . . the book is merely a symbol of the writing. In writing the book, I am living. I am growing. I am tapping myself. I am changing. The process is the product.