“Wanting to make it happen faster is just ego, Guthrie. It’s thinking, ‘Oh boy, God’s in deep shit without my help.’ It’s thinking we have to get people to do what we want them to do for their own good. But we haven’t been trying to make anybody do anything, and the only people who join us are people who want to, and that’s why it all feels right.

“Poor Mark,” Lissa said after she’d left. “To think that all along he had this great gift for rubbing necks, and he wasted all those years wringing them.”

“I guess he was ready to let go of whatever he was holding. It doesn’t matter what it was. You don’t have to sift through the garbage on the way to the dump, you know. Just so you haul it there and get rid of it.”

I feel as though everyone who leaves will be taking something away from me.” “They will, Guthrie. They’ll be taking what you’ve given them.”

It was a cinch, he thought, to be a leader of men. All you had to do was find a good story and tell it whenever the occasion arose.

He seemed to have given up deciding things, he realized. It looked as though the only way for him to find out what he was going to do was to wait and see what he did.

The way we have to deal with ego is by transcending it. We have to outgrow the illusion that the ego is right and that anything can be good for one of us if it’s not good for all of us.

“We change.” “Yes.” “We don’t turn into clones. If anything, people become more completely themselves.” “That’s right.” “We walk out of our old lives. We let go, we open up. We forgive and forget, and one of the things we forget is who we thought we were.” “And we remember who we really are.”

“There’s no order of difficulty in miracles. They’re all impossible. You can’t divide them into major and minor miracles.