I won't wait for the right time, the right place, the right people or circumstances. Right is wrong, left is 'write' and I'm a fucking unicorn who knows how to type.

Continue to be a slave to your taste buds, or dive deeper into the intelligence of your body.

What I want you to do is to spit out that conformity and hand back the guidelines with a smile. Do not throw them, and do not stomp on them with your heavy boots. Just say “No, thank you. I already have my own.”

“At times you have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. What you'll discover will be wonderful. What you'll discover is yourself.” - Alan Alda

Most days we’re just memories of ourselves. Diluted versions of former originals. We can’t even claim ownership of our own perception. But every once in a while someone or something comes along and the dying spark inside turns into a small fire and you can kind of see it behind our eyes for a second or two.

"People are afraid to pursue their most important dreams, because they feel that they don’t deserve them, or that they’ll be unable to achieve them. We, their hearts, become fearful just thinking of loved ones who go away forever, or of moments that could have been good but weren’t, or of treasures that might have been found but were forever hidden in the sands. Because, when these things happen, we suffer terribly..."

Will you allow that spark in yourself to burn down all that is not real and let life hit you with all force?

I look down…I am really naked, and so is everyone else. And isn’t that the real truth in life?

I didn’t want to go through any more programs, I wanted to be feel. I desperately, desperately wanted to free myself from what limited me on so many levels.

This is about the self-mutilating circus we have painted ourselves clowns in. About women who will prowl 30 stores in 6 malls to find the right cocktail dress, but haven't a clue where to find fulfillment or how wear joy, wandering through life shackled to a shopping bag, beneath those 2 pretty syllables...

Be honest. You think that's too simple?...Try running a campaign past your best friend that has known you since boarding school and see if they make you second-guess it the minute it comes out of your mouth. If you can get it past them, there’s a good chance it’s true.

How do you nourish others with your spoken words? How do you receive vocal nourishment from others?

“The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanely sensitive. To them… a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create..."

You “feel pretty” the same way you “feel fat”: it’s mostly an illusion. Prettiness, then, is partly a choice, and I’ve been trying to not choose it.

I am ready. I am prepared. She asks me to close my eyes. I feel her presence. This is the interview I have been waiting for.

I was up for discovering a way to love myself. I mean, if all I had to do was 'get skinnier' in order to be happy, accepted and loved — I was in.

“The most solid advice for a writer is this, I think: Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.”

Art is Community and Making Art Makes Change.

In their heart of hearts, everyone is magic. But most folks just don't know it.

I loved the quiet. It's there still, almost three years later. I go there a lot, inside to that silent, awe-making place. It does that: creates awe in me. There's very few words other than that to describe it. It's vast, full of everything, yet empty.

A smooth path is not what I am looking forward to, but a road full of beauty and terror.

Bullying reads like hate mail. And Our Children are refusing further delivery. They are rebelling against these crushing and hurtful words. They are returning to sender unread, and with a new message attached.

I have defended all types of people from all walks of life, the charges ranging from Murder to stealing food. Most of the clients I defend come from troubled upbringings and tremendous poverty. I practice non-judgment everyday and given my career path I get a lot of practice.

Magic streams from innocence. If you think about your own childhood daydreams, don’t you feel nostalgic for that magical world? This paradisiacal state ends with the death of our imagination. The loss of our childhood dreams are tantamount to the loss of soul.

I began to really enjoy those moments during the night when I could have long conversations with myself without being interrupted.

There is a season for wildness and a season for settledness, and this is neither. This season is about becoming. ~Shauna Niequist

There is a feeling out there that the true artists and creators, and by true it is usually implied that they are also poor and commercially unsuccessful, are braver, stronger, more independent. But they also live out of their cars.

The more you pass through your fears, the less they affect your ability to move forward. The more you pass through your fears, the less your mind will generate them in the first place.

"If you see that some aspect of your society is bad, and you want to improve it, there is only one way to do so: you have to improve people. And in order to improve people, you begin with only one thing: you can become better yourself...The only real science is the knowledge of how a person should live his life. And this knowledge is open to everyone."

What is too soon. She asked. And then whispered.

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“In oneself lies the whole world and if you know how to look and learn, the door is there and the key is in your hand. Nobody on earth can give you either the key or the door to open, except yourself.”

Tonight, I engaged in a Twitter discussion regarding the delicate topic of copycats - people who take ideas from others and claim them as their own without crediting or acknowledging their source.

“Inverted totalitarianism, unlike classical totalitarianism, does not revolve around a demagogue or charismatic leader. It finds expression in the anonymity of the Corporate State. It purports to cherish democracy, patriotism, and the Constitution while manipulating internal levers.”

I wanted adventure, I wanted more to life than a safe job, children, houses and marriage.

Settle no more for less than your worth, a worth only measured by the devotion you have to your singular voice. Know what you believe and live it in spite of the trapping arms of acceptance.

I learned more things about my character than I was prepared for, some truths I didn’t really want to face. I was hoping to have a good idea and be rewarded immediately. But there was no glory, only work.

This life is love and learning, magnetism and influence, swirling growth in the direction of wisdom and brotherhood, as well as the missteps that lead us in the opposite direction.

Most of all she is not a wallflower. She does not ignore the call of her heart. If the truth does not resonate she has the courage to say so...

I've just reacted as if its muffled voice were saying things like, "you're not good enough" or "they don't really like you" or "you don't fit in" or "you'll never figure anything" or "give up before it's too late".

“Live the full life of the mind, exhilarated by new ideas, intoxicated by the Romance of the unusual.” ~ Ernest Hemingway

A conscious entrepreneur is someone who is in touch with something larger than one’s own conscious mind and has cultivated a consistent, on-going relationship with that.

I was angry at what I saw and heard but could not begin to tell why. No one was listening either.

Why is it that fiercely loyal love can feel so stifling? Perhaps the people who know us best think they know what is best for us.

“Your mind will be like its habitual thoughts; for the soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts. Soak it then in such trains of thoughts as, for example: Where life is possible at all, a right life is possible."

"You build on failure. You use it as a stepping stone. Close the door on the past. You don't try to forget the mistakes, but you don't dwell on it. You don't let it have any of your energy, or any of your time, or any of your space."

“If you would not be forgotten as soon as you are dead and rotten, either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.”

After examining the options, the only choice left is my heart's cry. I continue to do what makes me feel alive in the most unlikely places, even if it means I fall again.

Whitman understood this---that life, art, and emotion are inherently messy. This acceptance of messiness has been my turning point. I now embrace that I have a messy soul. That I have a messy mind. That I have a messy heart. They are filled with joy, and filled with defeat.

When I question the Universe around me sternly is it time to stop catering to the maniacal creations of man and start living? Starve if I must, freeze if I have to, die a lonely and tired death if that is what I am destined to do but do it nonetheless.