Today I should not be identified with any kind of regressive therapy.

The more we idealize the past and refuse to acknowledge our childhood sufferings, the more we pass them on unconsciously to the next generation.

The victimization of children is nowhere forbidden; what is forbidden is to write about it.

What is addiction, really? It is a sign, a signal, a symptom of distress. It is a language that tells us about a plight that must be understood.

Wherever I look, I see signs of the commandment to honor one's parents and nowhere of a commandment that calls for the respect of a child.

For the human soul is virtually indestructible, and its ability to rise from the ashes remains as long as the body draws breath.

The reason why parents mistreat their children has less to do with character and temperament than with the fact that they were mistreated themselves and were not permitted to defend themselves.

Disrespect is the weapon of the weak

All children are born to grow, to develop, to live, to love, and to articulate their needs and feelings for their self-protection

Genuine feelings cannot be produced, nor can they be eradicated. We can only repress them, delude ourselves, and deceive our bodies. The body sticks to the facts.

We don't yet know, above all, what the world might be like if children were to grow up without being subjected to humiliation, if parents would respect them and take them seriously as people.

If you do not have enemies on your way to the top, you are already a celebrated failure.

I learn by going where I have to go

Every man has a House of Lords in his own head. Fears prejudices misconceptions - those are the peers and they are hereditary.

I am probably the most selfish man you will ever meet in your life. No one gets the satisfaction or the joy that I get out of seeing kids realize there is hope.

Within speech, words are subject to a kind of relation that is independent of the first and based on their linkage: these are syntagmatic relations, of which I have spoken.

War is not an accident. It is the logical outcome of a certain way of life.

We been on the road for 18 hours... I need a bath, some chow... and then you and me sit down, and we talk about who dies,eh?

I just come and talk to the plants, really--very important to talk to them, they respond I find.

When I've got massive projects to be getting on with, I find myself open to distractions, particularly when deadlines are involved.

Maybe the most real thing the end. To realize when it's too late.