We are not dead but asleep, dreaming of ourselves.

life's endless war against the self you cannot live without.

If your fidelity to perfectionism is too high, you never do anything.

For me, boviscopophobia is an even stronger motive than semi-agoraphobia for staying on the ship when we're in port.

It takes great personal courage to let yourself appear weak.

The lives of most people are small tight pallid and sad, more to be mourned than their deaths. We starve at the banquet: We cannot see that there is a banquet because seeing the banquet requires that we see also ourselves sitting there starving-seeing ourselves clearly, even for a moment, is shattering. We are not dead but asleep, dreaming of ourselves.

...the most obvious, ubiquitous, important realities are often the ones that are hardest to see and talk about.