The Lush hadn’t driven in almost a decade – ever since she got in an accident that shook her so badly she refused to get behind the wheel. As you can imagine, someone nicknamed The...

Kadang kita menemukan teman, sahabat, saudara di tempat yang tidak kita duga. Dan mungkin juga cinta. Tapi yang paling menyenangkan dalam sebuah perjalanan adalah menemukan itu semua, termasuk cinta. Apa pun bentuknya.

I never said to myself, I am longing; that feeling lived at a level below language.

futuristic…” Of course there wasn’t any black light in the center of the earth, in the caves where they were quarried; how strange that these stones should have to be brought here, bathed with this...

Meditation and mindfulness are tools for working with the mind, but where they have led me is to a blossoming of the heart…

We are paint streaked runners,deafened by the cries of all the sad people. It’s a powerful sound that practically yanks the tears right out of you. Sometimes, you just can’t help but feel like a...

If I can only write my memoir once, how do I edit it?

In the process of my evolution, I became a victim of domestic war, an emotional casualty for a major portion of my life, entwined, entrapped and emotionally involved, until I learned how to become free....

You had a certain way of saying my name. It was the inflection maybe, something you put into those three syllables. And now you are gone and my name is just my name again, not...

I believe in beauty. I believe in goodness. I believe in the power of turning: the other cheek, time, curve of the earth.

[V]alue your dreams but . . . be wary of them also, . . . look for integrity in unusual places.

I had a head for religious ideas. They were the first ideas I ever encountered. They made other ideas seem mean….I had miles of Bible in memory: some perforce, but most by hap, like the...

I Have Fought the Good Fight and Won

Into every sunny life a little rain must fall.

I try to be perfect but I’m not. I’m perfectly imperfect in every way.

He was lonely. I could see that. He was working his butt off-and mine, too-in the hope that a million rupees might sort out his sex life. I prayed to Buddha he would be successful....

…I didn’t want to be a passenger on someone else’s motorcycle.I wanted to be the one riding that motherfucker.

A lifelong movie I already knew the ending to

Royal Young has accomplished a rare feat in his fresh and riveting debut: he manages to recount his fascinating youth and unconventional family with a mixture of humor, scathing honesty and tenderness. Much more than...

One last characteristic of the memoir that is important to recognize is one which also applies to essays, and which Georg Lukacs described as “the process of judging.” This may seem problematic to some, since…we...

A vow is a heavenly created obligation in motion that only ends when fully completed.

Choose this life. Choose this body. Say yes to all of it. Say yes to the beauty and the good and the ugly and the difficult. Choose what you have, what you are. Choose this...

It’s why I get miffed at all the dashing around in recent zombie films. It completely misses the point; transforms the threat to a straightforward physical danger from the zombies themselves, rather than our own...

It’s very kind of you to take us in,” said the vicar, smiling. “We’re so sorry if we’ve put you out at all.” “Not at all!” I said, lying through my teeth.

We must define a story which encourages us to make use of the place where we live without killing it, and we must understand that the living world cannot be replicated.

How deluded we sometimes are by the clear notions we get out of books.

I was just four when a hired teenage field hand attempted to molest me. Miraculously, I got away, and I told my dad. My father made three important choices that day: He listened to me,...

I want to share my story, and I want to know yours. I believe with all my heart that sharing our stories, the real, ugly, broken ones, is one of the most powerful things in...

Sebuah memoir bukan sekadar bercerita tentang episod-episod, watak-watak dan diri pengarang dalamnya, tetapi juga persoalan kepercayaan, nilai-nilai zaman, visi manusia, dan dialektik yang terjadi hasil perbenturan intelektual dalam kalangan masyarakat.

At times I feel as if I am spread out over the landscape and inside things, and am myself living in every tree, in the splashing of the waves, in the clouds and the animals...

I like it here. I like the girls, and I like the DJ’s, and the cocktail waitresses, and the loud rock’n’roll (though I would happily beat everyone in Poison to death with the severed limbs...

Negative self talk costs more than even the richest person can afford. So be nice to yourself whenever possible … and know that it is always possible.

…Having felt the piercing gash of grief and lived through it, having loved to the brink of brokenness, and having learned the difference between friendship and frivolity, one eventually takes a conscious step through the...

I had to get a close-hand view of the misery and unhappiness of a man made world, before I reached the point where I could successfully revolt against it.

Time is going really faster than you think. That second just passed now, get up, pack the bag, get lost…

I’d written Smashed not because I was ambitious and not because writing down my feelings was cathartic (it felt more like playing one’s own neurosurgeon sans anesthesia). No. I’d made a habit–and eventually a profession–of...

The entire partying lifestyle was superficial in my experience, and most of my friendships were as deep as a shot glass and as short-lived as a pack of cigarettes.

I always felt awkward and unfinished, unworthy of love, suspicious of affection offered. My mother’s absence became a great presence in my life.

In any case, it’s the cowardice of people like you who give dictators the chance to install themselves!

…The more I learned the more I realized how very much one has to know before one is in-the-know at all.

There is a place for what my heart tells me about you, and there is no shame or guilt in it. God Himself is free to look in my heart right this instant and I...

I was always an odd child, though I had no idea what odd was, really.

It is not a crime to commit First Degree Writing

These secrets are not secrets per se but are truths hidden from public view. I had to write this book. There had to be a reason I survived to tell this story.

My fear of being real, of being seen, paralyzes me into silence. I crave the touch and the connection, but I’m not always brave enough to open my hand and reach out. This is the...

Truth: last week I online shopped too much. Then I ate 2 pounds of jelly beans to feel better about that. In fact, while I was trying to read soul-nourishing things all I could think...

The purpose of my life is not to get what I want. The purpose of my life is to become who I am.

It was impossible not to fall in love with him.

When Tito was born, I was writing my fifth novel. That was how I saw my future: living in Venice and jumping from novel to novel. Tito’s birth changed all that.

Within forty minutes, the voice inside my head was screaming, WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO? I tried to ignore it, to hum as I hiked, though humming proved too difficult to do while also...