Because society would rather we always wore a pretty face, women have been trained to cut off anger.

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

All my writing has been an effort to sort out the paradoxes of my life.

When is enough enough? In envy's eyes, enough never is. Somebody else always has something we want.

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

Blaming mother is just a negative way of clinging to her still.

For instance, in group therapy, I'll have people stand up, show off, give a speech about themselves as though they've just died and have to give a eulogy. Even with this explicit permission - even an order - to say something nice about themselves, this is the hardest thing in the world for people to do. They'd rather take their clothes off.