Depression Opens The Door To Beauty Of

The Comic Spirit Masquerades In All Things We Say And Do. We Are Each A Clown And Do Not Need To Put On A White Face.

I Sometimes Get Short-tempered In A Public Situation Because I Think, Oh God, I Can't Go Back Over That Again. I Can't Put That Into A Two-word Answer. I Can't. Wherever I Go, People Say, "can I Ask You A Quick Question?" It's Always, "a Quick Question." Well, My Answers Are Slow.

My Goal Is To Create A Therapy Of Ideas, To Try To Bring In New Ideas So That We Can See The Same Old Problems Differently.

Tell Me What You Yearn For And I Shall Tell You Who You Are. We Are What We Reach For, The Idealized Image That Drives Our Wandering.

Each Morning, We Return From The Dream Soul Trying To Adjust To The Day World, That Moment When The Two Souls Exchange Places In The Driver’s Seat.