Your unconscious can't work when you are breathing down its neck.

Jealousy has always been my cross, the weakness and woundedness in me that has most often caused me to feel ugly and unlovable, like the Bad Seed.

Writing is about hypnotizing yourself into believing in yourself, getting some work done, then unhypnotizing yourself and going over the material coldly.

Sometimes this human stuff is slimy and pathetic...but better to feel it and talk about it and walk through it than to spend a lifetime being silently poisoned.

To be engrossed by something outside ourselves is a powerful antidote for the rational mind, the mind that so frequently has its head up its own ass.

Some people won't go the extra mile, and then on their birthday, when no one makes a fuss, they feel neglected and bitter.

In fact, not forgiving is like drinking rat poison and then waiting for the rat to die.