I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously.

I was thinking of my patients, and how the worst moment for them was when they discovered they were masters of their own fate. It was not a matter of bad or good luck. When they could no longer blame fate, they were in despair.

The fiery moments of passionate experience are the moments of wholeness and totality of the personality.

There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. But there is a hierarchy: the kisses alone don't work.

It takes courage to push yourself to places you have never been before... to test your limits... to break through barriers. And the day came when the risk it took to stay tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

We don't have a language for the senses. Feelings are images, sensations are like musical sounds.

My trunk, valises and my mind are overpacked.