Love is really... a recognition of another person’s integrity and truth.

Open to whatever you experience without fighting. Let it be present just as it is. Let go of the battle.

If it is true for you, it is true for someone else, and you are no longer alone.

Love... is the honoring of others in a way that grants them the grace of their own autonomy.

Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.

When you enter those places of trust, or power, dream a little before you think.

All experience is great providing you live through it.

One shouldn't just hope to be treated well: one must insist on it.

Some things are best mended by a break.

From our first babblings to our last word, we make but one statement, and that is our life.

It’s the artists who do the dreaming for society.

My dark days made me strong. Or maybe I already was strong, and they made me prove it.