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

The purpose of therapy is not to remove suffering but to move through it to an enlarged consciousness that can sustain the polarity of painful opposites.

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.

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

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.

The world is more magical, less predictable, more autonomous, less controllable, more varied, less simple, more infinite, less knowable, more wonderfully troubling than we could have imagined being able to tolerate when we were young.