How do you figure out who you really are if you have pretended your whole life?

The fact that it is often nearly impossible for me to focus is not my fault.

I looked at my mother with such longing and hatred. I both wanted her all to myself and I wanted to kill her. I wanted her to leave my father and my brothers and to be mine, and I wanted her to get in a car crash and die.

I did not know it was okay to live in paradox, to hate and love at the same time.

Big mind is merciful but not easy. Big mind is you at your very best.

To appreciate something is to see it, is to bear witness, to observe, to experience it. To be grateful is to hand over a thank you note on a silver platter.

It’s an amazing moment when, as a child, you realize you can manipulate reality with language.

I lie because I am rageful, heartbroken, starving, and confused. I am also curious, highly manipulative, and full of joy.

Lying made me feel amazing, free, sick, and scared. Telling lies created situations in the outside world that mirrored the mayhem in my internal world that I could not articulate or even perhaps feel.

The more I write, the more I typo.

I have missed amazing opportunities because I stared into the face of love and said no.

I was so startled by the loud noise of tearing and crumpling paper, as if many presents were being torn open at once by excited children on Christmas day, that I nearly fall out of my chair.