• Our values aren't just collections of feelings. Our values are stories. When our feeling brain feels something, our thinking brain sets to work constructing a narrative to explain that something. (P 64)
• Our narratives are sticky, clinging to our minds and hanging onto our identities like tight, wet clothes. We carry them around with us and define ourselves by them. We trade narratives with others, looking for people whose narratives match our own. We call these people friends, allies, good people. And those who who carry narratives that contradict our own? We call them evil. (P 64)
• The stories of our past define our identity. The stories of our future define our hopes. And our ability to step into those narratives and live then, to make them reality, is what gives our lives meaning. (P 70)