We are not here to fit in...we are here to be eccentric, different, perhaps strange, perhaps merely to add our small piece, our little clunky, chunky selves, to the great mosaic of being...we are here to become more and more ourselves.

What I refuse to face within myself will meet me in the exterior world through you, not as you are, but as I have so construed you.

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.

There is some debate in professional circles about whether the so-called “midlife crisis” exists.

Is not our chief neurosis - by which I mean our estrangement from nature - our desire to hold fast to what is forever transforming, to freeze the familiar, to submit motion to stasis, to solicit immortality through rigidity.

The act of consciousness is central; otherwise we are overrun by the complexes.

Fear of our own depths is the enemy.