Maybe the only thing each of us can see is our own shadow. Carl Jung called this his shadow work. He said we never see others. Instead we see only aspects of ourselves that fall over them. Shadows. Projections. Our associations. The same way old painters would sit in a tiny dark room and trace the image of what stood outside a tiny window, in the bright sunlight. The camera obscura. Not the exact image, but everything reversed or upside down.

You kill strangers deliberately so you don't accidentally kill the people you love.

Almost all the time, you tell yourself you're loving somebody when you're just using them. This only looks like love.

We just had a near-life experience!

That’s the American Dream: to make your life into something you can sell.

Hey, you created me! I didn't create some loser alter-ego to make myself feel better. Take some responsibility!

More and more people are defining themselves not by what they are about, but by what they are against, what they are overcoming, the thing that is wrong with them.