&&. guess i must be havin' fun

There is something in me maybe someday to be written; now it is folded, and folded, and folded, like a note in school.

Why are you stingy with yourselves? Why are you holding back? What are you saving for—for another time? There are no other times. There is only now. Right now.

Vulnerability is the birthplace of innovation, creativity and change.

Why do I write books? Why do I think? Why should I be passionate? Because if things could be different, they could be made better.

If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me…And I don’t want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it, too. I want them to be able to do whatever they want around me.

Why do I write. Perhaps in order not to go mad. Or, on the contrary, to touch the bottom of madness.

I take much pleasure in being alone, but there is also a strange warm grace in not being alone.

Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted.

Once, I saw a bee drown in honey, and I understood

She stays lost in the middle of her own world somewhere. We can’t get in and she doesn’t come out.

Something amazing happens when we surrender and just love. We melt into another world, a realm of power already within us. The world changes when we change. The world softens when we soften. The world loves us when we choose to love the world.