Balance is not letting anyone love you less than you love yourself.
I will not harbor unhealthy thoughts anymore.
I think my weakness as a writer is a limited imagination, and I think my strength is a talent for reflecting the world, or sort of curating things out of the world and putting them into books.
I was not rescued by a prince; I was the administrator of my own rescue.
Creativity is a scavenger hunt. It’s your obligation to pay attention to clues, to the thing that gives you that little tweak.
For the entire decade of my 30s and the early part of my 40s, I didn’t write a word of fiction. I just left behind a dream of my life.
Dear me, how I love a library.
The culture of Rome just doesn’t match the culture of Yoga, not as far as I can see. In fact, I’ve decided that Rome and Yoga don’t have anything in common at all. Except for the way they both kind of remind you of the word toga.
You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestation of your own blessings.
I think the thing that I lost in myself when I stopped writing fiction and the thing that I rediscovered and started mining again is, for lack of a better word, magic. It’s the way you can brush up against the inexplicable and the mystical.
Everything good I’ve ever gotten in life, I only got because I gave something else up.
The love that moves the sun and the other stars.
If life gives you lemons, don’t settle for simply making lemonade – make a glorious scene at a lemonade stand.
Oh, I just want what we all want: a comfortable couch, a nice beverage, a weekend of no distractions and a book that will stop time, lift me out of my quotidian existence and alter my thinking forever.
I am a better person when I have less on my plate.
I want God to play in my bloodstream the way sunlight amuses itself on the water.
My heart was broken so badly last time that it still hurts. Isn’t that crazy? To still have a broken heart almost two years after a love story ends?
When the past has passed from you at last, let go. Then climb down and begin the rest of your life. With great joy.
The problem, simply put, is that we cannot choose everything simultaneously. So we live in danger of becoming paralyzed by indecision, terrified that every choice might be the wrong choice.
Also, I could finally sleep. And this was the real gift, because when you cannot sleep, you cannot get yourself out of the ditch – there’s not a chance.