In the Blood

Guilt, if you live to carry it, is a terrible burden.

But the past, the present, and the future are not a straight line. They’re all woven together, the strands twisting and turning through each other.

In other words, the universe conspires—our minds, ideas are linked, suggesting a larger framework, a kind of neural web where we are all connected.

The animus is the unconscious male, and the anima is the unconscious female.

That’s the problem with damaged, broken people. We’re unpredictable. We’ll draw you close, then shove you away.

Curiosity didn’t kill only the cat.

They always do, you know, when you really hurt them. The bullies always stay away then; they’re cowards at heart.

We pick our own predators

How much of the world is just a figment of our imagination, and the imaginations of those around us?

The psyche is a powerful thing, it can bend and obscure reality, turn it into exactly what we desire or expect