“When I loved myself enough, I let the tomboy in me swing off the rope in Jackass Canyon. Yes!”

“When I loved myself enough, I no longer needed things or people to make me feel safe.”

“When I loved myself enough, I would sometimes wake in the night to music playing within me.”

“When I loved myself enough, I began leaving whatever wasn't healthy. This meant people, jobs, my own beliefs and habits - anything that kept me small. My judgement called it disloyal. Now I see it as self-loving.”

“Listen, I gather you have a problem working with a psychic. Believe me, I don't like working with a jackass any better.”

“Yes, but . . .” She hesitated, her gaze finally coming to me. “I survived because I fell in love.” With you was unspoken.”

“It was a nice bit of blackmail that kept him off my back, but he refused to take the message that I wasn’t going to work for him. ’Course, that might be my fault…since I seemed unable to say no when he waved enough money at me.”