My writing always came out of a very personal place, out of an attempt to stay sane.

Our minds are susceptible to the influence of external voices telling us what we require to be satisfied, voices that may drown out the faint sounds emitted by our souls and distract us from the careful, arduous task of accurately naming our priorities.

A 'good job' can be both practically attractive while still not good enough to devote your entire life to.

It is not necessarily at home that we best encounter our true selves. The furniture insists that we cannot change because it does not; the domestic setting keeps us tethered to the person we are in ordinary life, who may not be who we essentially are.

An argument in a couple: 2 people attempting to introduce each other to important truths - by panicked shouting.

People who readily accept the need for a gym will resist that their personalities might need some work too.

There is a longing for a return to a time without the need for choices, free of the regret at the inevitable loss that all choice (however wonderful) has entailed.