I'm Cautious About A Lot Of Words

Depression Opens The Door To Beauty Of Some Kind.

Instead Of Seeing Depression As A Dysfunction, It Is A Functioning Phenomenon. It Stops You Cold, Sets You Down, Makes You Damn Miserable.

I'm Not Critical Of The People Who Do Psychotherapy. The Therapists In The Trenches Have To Face An Awful Lot Of The Social, Political, And Economic Failures Of Capitalism. They Have To Take Care Of All The Rejects And Failures. They Are Sincere And Work Hard With Very Little Credit, And The Hmos And The Pharmaceutical Companies And Insurance Companies Are Trying To Wipe Them Out. So Certainly I Am Not Attacking Them. I Am Attacking The Theories Of Psychotherapy.

Each Of Us Needs An Adequate Biography: How Do I Put Together Into A Coherent Image The Pieces Of My Life? How Do I Find The Basic Plot Of My Story?

If There Were A God Of New York, It Would Be The Greek's Hermes, The Roman's Mercury. He Embodies New York Qualities: The Quick Exchange, The Fastness Of Language And Style, Craftiness, The Mixing Of People And Crossing Of Borders, Imagination.