That's the way the system works. Sometimes you get the bear, sometimes the bear gets you.

Perhaps when we're forced to forfeit what we own, we lose any sentimental associations. Perhaps pawning our valuables frees us in the same way a house fire destroys not only our worldly goods, but our attachment to what's gone.

I was an English major in college with minors in Fine Arts and Humanities.

If I'd been listening closely, I'd have caught the sound of the gods having a great big old tee-hee at my expense.

The Jungian therapist taught me the difference between the ego and the shadow. I realized I'd been so busy being a good girl that I'd completely detached from my shadow. It's something we all have, and it's where all the creative juices are.

I've never known anyone yet who doesn't suffer a certain restlessness when autumn rolls around... We're all eight years old again and anything is possible.

Age plays cruel tricks on the human face; all our repressed feelings become visible on the surface, where they harden like a mask.