An unconscious, gentle process whereby people who want to be loving attempt to be so by telling little white lies, by withholding some of the truth about themselves and their feelings in order to avoid conflict. Pseudocommunity is conflict-avoiding; true community is conflict-resolving.

I guess if you want to know one single thing I'm about, it's that I'm against easy answers.

When we teach ourselves and our children discipline, we are teaching them and ourselves how to suffer and also how to grow.

If we know exactly where we're going, exactly how to get there, and exactly what we'll see along the way, we won't learn anything.

While I generally find that great myths are great precisely because they represent and embody great universal truths, the myth of romantic love is a dreadful lie. Perhaps it is a necessary lie in that it ensures the survival of the falling-in-love experience that traps us into marriage. But as a psychiatrist I weep in my heart almost daily for the ghastly confusion and suffering that this myth fosters. Millions of people waste vast amounts of energy desperately and futilely attempting to make the reality of their lives conform to the unreality of the myth.

Life is a series of problems. Do we want to moan about them or solve them?

From the age of three on, as far back as I remember, I just knew there was a God behind everything.