We are not only less reasonable and less decent in our dreams... we are also more inteligent, wiser and capable of better judgment when we are asleep than when we are awake.

Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'

Greed is a bottomless pit which exhausts the person in an endless effort to satisfy the need without ever reaching satisfaction.

It takes a moment to tell someone you love them, but it takes a lifetime to prove it.

Love isn't something natural. Rather it requires discipline, concentration, patience, faith, and the overcoming of narcissism. It isn't a feeling, it is a practice.

Creativity requires the courage to let go of certainties.

Man's main task in life is to give birth to himself, to become what he potentially is. The most important product of his effort is his own personality.

The lust for power is not rooted in strength but in weakness.

The task we must set for ourselves is not to feel secure, but to be able to tolerate insecurity.

The scars left from the child's defeat in the fight against irrational authority are to be found at the bottom of every neurosis.

To love somebody is not just a strong feeling - it is a decision, it is a judgment, it is a promise.

Unsustainable energy consumption has humanity locked into a death spiral with nature.

There is strong. There is Army Strong. And then there is Army Wife Strong.

The first movement ballerina should be a paradigm of strength and authority.

Better ways to diagnose, treat and prevent E. coli 0157:H7 infections are badly needed.

Contrary to popular belief, the experience of terror does not make you braver. Perhaps though, it is easier to hide your fear when you're afraid all the time.

I started to write book reviews as a means of recording my thoughts about what I'd read before all memory of them vanished.

The guns on the walls that surround the prison accurately, though unwittingly, index the true character of the penitentiary in our day.

She groped forward, hands and feet, in search of darkness, distance and solitude.

I see no reason not to write whatever comes to me.

My life growing up was a twisted Bronx version of The Color Purple. It had a much different soundtrack and no trees, but that desperation was the same.