Why did children seem to be so often spontaneous, joy-filled and concentrated while adults seemed controlled, anxiety-filled and diffused? It was the Goddam sense of having a self.

Patterns are prostitution to the patter of parents.

Why did children seem to be so often spontaneous, joy-filled and concentrated while adults seemed controlled, anxiety-filled and diffused? It was the Goddam sense of having a self.

There is something fundamentally wrong with the way we normally live our lives and we'd sort of like to find out what it is.

I hated myself and the world because I had failed to face and accept the limitations of my self and of life. In literature this refusal is called romanticism; in psychology, neurosis.

Life is islands of ecstasy in an ocean of ennui, and after the age of thirty land is seldom seen.

We are blind to the worlds within us, waiting to be born.