We are driven by the results of the Big Bang, billions of years ago, which eventually produced life, which eventually produced human beings, and so on. But me? I'm an accident - a result - and therefore a victim.

I know my own deficiencies, one of which is that I had lived away from America for such a long time. It's called expatriate

Pathology is not a problem to be solved, but the soul's way of working on itself.

Psychology is ultimately mythology, the study of the stories of the soul.

Just stop for a minute and you'll realize you're happy just being. I think it's the pursuit that screws up happiness. If we drop the pursuit, it's right here.

I like to imagine a person's psyche to be like a boardinghouse full of characters. The ones who show up regularly and who habitually follow the house rules may not have met other long-term residents who stay behind closed doors, or who only appear at night. An adequate theory of character must make room for character actors, for the stuntmen and animal handlers, for all the figures who play bit parts and produce unexpected acts. They often make the show fateful, or tragic, or farcically absurd.

I've found that contemporary psychology enrages me with its simplistic ideas of human life, and also its emptiness.