In the end, we are only tiny frightened animals, doing our best to survive amid other tiny frightened animals.

Learning to live with ambiguity is learning to live with how life really is, full of complexities and strange surprises.

How many of those who are insecure seek power over others as a compensation for inadequacy and wind up bringing consequences down upon their heads and those around them? How many hide out in their lives, resist the summons to show up, or live fugitive lives, jealous, projecting onto others, and then wonder why nothing ever really feels quite right. How many proffer compliance with the other, buying peace at the price of soul, and wind up with neither?

A neurosis is wherever we are allied against our true nature.

The only requisite to entry into the Middle Passage is to have discovered that one does not know who one is, that there are no rescuers, no Mommy or Daddy, and that one's fellow travelers will do well to survive themselves.

In the end, we are only tiny frightened animals, doing our best to survive amid other tiny frightened animals.

The truth about intimate relationships is that they can never be any better than our relationship with ourselves.