I see the mind of the five-year-old as a volcano with two vents: destructiveness and creativeness.

I am my own Universe, I my own Professor.

... of the two kinds of order, the conscious and the unconscious order, only one is real. It's the order in the deep hidden places.

Children have two visions, the inner and the outer. Of the two the inner vision is brighter.

What can be heavier than wealth than freedom?

How much of my true self I camouflage and choke in order to commend myself to him, denying the fullness of me. How often have I paraded sweetness and interest when I felt otherwise; pretended to take careful leave of him on many an occasion when I would rather have walked right out. How I've toned myself down, diluted myself to maintain his approval.

I see the mind of the five-year-old as a volcano with two vents: destructiveness and creativeness.