What I refuse to face within myself will meet me in the exterior world through you, not as you are, but as I have so construed you.

The truth about intimate relationships is that they can never be any better than our relationship with ourselves.

We best serve intimate relationship by becoming sufficiently developed in ourselves that we do not need to feed off others.

In the end, we are only tiny frightened animals, doing our best to survive amid other tiny frightened animals.

We serve the world by finding out what feeds us, and, having been fed, then share our gifts with others.

We are all meaning-seeking, meaning creating creatures and when we experience the loss of meaning, we suffer.

Learning to live with ambiguity is learning to live with how life really is, full of complexities and strange surprises.

To experience some healing within yourself, and to contribute healing to the world, you are summoned to wade through the muck from time to time.

As children we listened to the sound of the sea still echoing in the shell we picked up by the shore. That ancestral roar links us to the great sea which surges within us as well.

The act of consciousness is central; otherwise we are overrun by the complexes.

A neurosis is wherever we are allied against our true nature.

All normal life, Peter, consciously or otherwise, resent domination. If the domination is by an inferior, or by a supposed inferior, the resentment becomes stronger.

We don't have to accept the things we might change.

The only thing I regret about my past is the length of it. If I had to live my life again I'd make the same mistakes only sooner.

I've had nightmares about having to kick people out of my band because they've said that they don't like the Beatles. I'd wake up and turn to them and say, "You like the Beatles, right?"

Often you see a famous actor who says they produced something, when all they did was claim to have an idea at a dinner party and make three phone calls.

[A distressing event] came like a door banging on to a silent room.

It is not for minds like ours to give or to receive flatter; yet the praises of sincerity have ever been permitted to the voice of friendship

I don't know why I write. If I knew the answer, I probably wouldn't have to. But it is a compulsion. You don't choose it, it chooses you. And I wouldn't recommend it to anybody.

Things don’t have to end. They can begin again.