“We feed it [Resistance] with power by our fear of it. Master that fear and we conquer Resistance.”

The professional tackles the project that will make him stretch. He takes on the assignment that will bear him into uncharted waters, compel him to explore unconscious parts of himself. Is he scared? Hell, yes. He’s petrified.

Figure out what scares you the most and do that first.

When we sit down day after day and keep grinding, something mysterious starts to happen… Unseen forces enlist in our cause; serendipity reinforces our purpose.

The more fear we feel about a specific enterprise, the more certain we can be that that enterprise is important to us and to the growth of our soul.

When we turn pro we stop running from our fears. We turn around and face them.

Put your ass where your heart wants to be.

It’s better to be in the arena, getting stomped by the bull, than to be up in the stands or out in the parking lot.

The last thing we want is to remain as we are.

Resistance cannot be seen, touched, heard, or smelled. But it can be felt. We experince it as an energy field radiating from a work-in-potential… Its aim is to shove us away, distract us, prevent us from doing our work.

The sign of the amateur is overglorification of and preoccupation with the mystery. The professional shuts up. She doesn’t talk about it. She does her work.

Our greatest battle is to become ourselves, in the face of adversity.

Most of us have two lives. The life we live, and the unlived life within us. Between the two stands Resistance.

The opposite of fear is love – love of the challenge, love of the work, the pure joyous passion to take a shot at our dream and see if we can pull it off.

The most important thing about art is to work. Nothing else matters except sitting down every day and trying.

A child has no trouble believing the unbelievable, nor does the genius or the madman. It’s only you and I, with our big brains and our tiny hearts, who doubt and overthink and hesitate.

The professional will not tolerate disorder… He wants the carpet vacuumed and the threshold swept, so the Muse may enter and not soil her gown.

Bloodletting on my premises that I ain’t approved I take as a f***ing affront. It puts me off my feed.

They have someone who feeds her what she is supposed to say. Like she can’t hold a conversation.

Energy has to be fed from a source. If you don’t feed the source, it dissipates entirely.

How is it that the sky feeds the stars?

There’s a certain level of pageantry with ‘Idol,’ and in order to work the show, you kind of have to feed into it.

Love all, serve all, feed all.

I feed on good soup, not beautiful language.

Feeding my children is not like feeding myself: it matters more.