I’ve been thirty for a cou­ple of days now, but as I sit here watch­ing The Return of the King & eat­ing pizza rolls, life doesn’t seem that much dif­fer­ent now than when I was 15. It is, of course. I’ve always been some­one who wants to be taken more seri­ously than my age would indi­cate. Some­how I feel […]

I think there is some­thing not right about [psy­chother­apy]. It doesn’t do any good to any­one. I have a metaphor: If you illu­mi­nate your house with strong lights to the very last cor­ner, the house becomes unin­hab­it­able. And it’s the same thing if you try to illu­mi­nate a human being to the last crevices of his or her […]