Our culture raises us to seek success but we are not taught how to live with it.

The older I get...the more of my mother I see in myself.

Dreams are the expression of the unconscious while we are asleep.

In a baby's first months, the earliest patterns of intimacy or distrust are forever grooved into his soul.

The debt of gratitude we owe our mother and father goes forward, not backward. What we owe our parents is the bill presented to us by our children.

After sex, men fear too much intimacy; they want to separate again. Women want to talk, to continue the merging, melting fusion into one. Postcoital conversations keep the woman's power alive. Through unconscious severance, by falling asleep, the man regains his self.

Fantasy isn't something you run out of.