I had long hair when I was a teenager.

The stronger person is not the one making the most noise but the one who can quietly direct the conversation toward defining and solving problems.

Cognitive therapy seeks to alleviate psychological stresses by correcting faulty conceptions and self-signals. By correcting erroneous beliefs we can lower excessive reactions.

You know, we all have our inner demons. I, for one - I can't speak for you, but I'm on the verge of moral collapse at any time. It can happen by the end of the show.

Basic human contact - the meeting of eyes, the exchanging of words - is to the psyche what oxygen is to the brain. If you're feeling abandoned by the world, interact with anyone you can.

What we don't have a right to is healthcare, housing, or handouts. We don't have those rights.

Given the eclectic and constantly shifting nature of my metaphysical inclinations, I will probably never feel certain exactly what an angel is.

Let the desert wind cool your aching head. Let the weight of the world - drift away instead

At times in my life, I have been utterly lonely. At other times, I've had disgusting infectious diseases. Try admitting these things in our culture.

A girl is Innocence playing in the mud, Beauty standing on its head, and Motherhood dragging a doll by the foot.

I'm not a great programmer; I'm just a good programmer with great habits.

I grew up in a hospital and as a child I played in the dissecting room

Hello, Gallagher Girl --Zack

The bags that teachers carry home symbolize their guilt about the endless care they have to give.

Man is simply playing by nature's rules,and art is man's attempt to imitate the beauty of the Creator's hand

I tried to contribute to the defeat of the Soviets. If I contributed 1%, it is 1% of something enormous.

Sunday is my favorite day.

When we are dead we are praised by those who survive us, though we frequently have no other merit than that of being no longer alive.

I'd had a rough childhood.

I like it here in Austin. Anybody got a room?

The petit-bourgeois is a man unable to imagine the Other. If he comes face to face with him, he blinds himself, ignores and denies him, or else transforms him into himself.