There are two types of people - those who come into a room and say, "Well, here I am!" and read more

There are two types of people - those who come into a room and say, "Well, here I am!" and those who come in and say, "Ah, there you are."

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love read more

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.

When people bother you in any way, it is because their souls are trying to get your divine attention and read more

When people bother you in any way, it is because their souls are trying to get your divine attention and your blessing

There are only two kinds of people who are really fascinating; people who know absolutely everything, and people who know read more

There are only two kinds of people who are really fascinating; people who know absolutely everything, and people who know absolutely nothing.

Wouldn't it be great if people could get to live suddenly as often as they die suddenly?

Wouldn't it be great if people could get to live suddenly as often as they die suddenly?

Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are read more

Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing. It's ok though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who's an 8-color type.. I'm like, "hey girl, magenta!" and she's like, "oh, you mean purple!" and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, "no - I want magenta!"

I have no right, by anything I do or say, to demean a human being in his own eyes. What read more

I have no right, by anything I do or say, to demean a human being in his own eyes. What matters is not what I think of him; it is what he thinks of himself. To undermine a man's self-respect is a sin.

The creative person is both more primitive and more cultivated, more destructive, a lot madder and a lot saner, than read more

The creative person is both more primitive and more cultivated, more destructive, a lot madder and a lot saner, than the average person.

Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the the universe.

Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the the universe.