Orange Juice? Sure. Toast? Sure. One last time on the couch? Sure. Phone number? Sure. See you again? Pooh, absolutely. That was the lie I told. Probably not, that was the truth, that was that which went unspoken.

— T. Scott McLeod

Praise and blame, gain and loss, pleasure and pain, fame and disrepute, these are just the worldly winds of existence.

— T. Scott McLeod

Stand in your own two shoes.

— T. Scott McLeod

Success doesn't come to you, you go to it.

— T. Scott McLeod

The mind is limitless, in its creations.

— T. Scott McLeod

There is some fiction, in all fact; and some fact, in all fiction.

— T. Scott McLeod

There were so many beliefs which we had about the world, which then influenced everything, everything, about how we saw the world and interacted in the world and were with others. Everything. It was profound to me, amazing, the ramifications, the implications, the far-reaching impact that one’s beliefs could have on the world. It was actually mind-blowing for me. Figuratively speaking. Like, it was just, holy shit. Look at that. And nobody, hardly anybody sees it. They’re just ideas. Ideas. And yet, I’d believed them for so long, and still, was still shirking free of them. How was it that we believed in them, so readily, so easily?

— T. Scott McLeod

The way is not clear, and it is when you do not have clarity, when this is allowed, that you will finally have clarity.

— T. Scott McLeod

This would be a secret that I would carry with me, until the day I died.

— T. Scott McLeod

To hate the hate was just more hate; to reject the rejection was just more rejection; to judge the judging, just more judging.

— T. Scott McLeod