I remember a group therapy session when one of the patients was reluctantly turning his corner. He would accept it, he said, but he wouldn't like the idea of having to solve problems every day for the rest of his life. My co-therapist told him that it was not required that he like it. She shared her own displeasure, saying: 'I remember that when I first discovered what life was like, I was furious. I guess I'm still kind of mad sometimes.' (135)

I've never began any important venture for which I felt adequate prepared

You win some, you lose some, and your losses are never made up to you. She will simply have to do without; like it or not, she must face her losses and her helplessness to undo them.

The unlived life isn't worth examining.

Each of us is ultimately alone.

To live without the creative potential of our own destructiveness is to be a cardboard angel.

You are free to do whatever you like. You need only face the consequences.