Self-preservation is to hunker down in the suffocating confines of this infinitesimally tiny existence that I define as ‘me,’ instead of letting ‘me’ run through the infinitely massive expanse of everything that is not me. And if the beast of self-preservation does not permit such freedoms, I will preserve myself to my own death.

To realize your potential you must look beyond the end of yourself, realizing that where you end is most likely where you actually begin.

I think that one of the greatest achievements in becoming an adult is to carefully cultivate the child within us so that the adult that we are becoming is never given enough room to destroy us.

I’m not so sure that the adult within me teaches the child within me. Rather, I think that the child does most of the educating.

To abandon the child ‘within’ means that the adult ‘without’ will be an adult in name only. And frankly, I can only name a handful of things that are that tragic.

The adult within me would be much wiser to learn from the child within me rather than focus on the demand that the child within me grow up.

I can read a thousand words and have every one of them drift past my heart without touching any part of it. Or I can read a handful of words and have them seize my heart with such a grip that I will be forever held fast. Such is the difference between the art of writing and the lesser task of arranging words.

We squander our souls by giving them over to what makes them feel good rather than surrendering them to what makes them grow strong.

If it were believable, we wouldn’t have to stretch ourselves to believe it. Therefore, because God refuses to leave us trapped in the smallness of ourselves, He says things that are unbelievable so that we have no choice but to be stretched.