He Doesn't Move His Face

Resentment Is Like Drinking Poison And Waiting For The Other Person To Die.

All My Life I've Been Seeing Things Through The Culture. My Father, For Instance, Was The Press's Bad Boy. People Really Hated Him. He Was Always A Big Flirt. He Was Always In Trouble - Going Bankrupt, Whatever.

Don't You See? We've Become Smart Enough To Justify Stupid Behavior. Like, 'i'm Angry At Him And I Didn't Express It, So I Turned My Anger Inward And Now It's Depression, So In Order To Feel Good Again, What I Should Do Is Call Him And Express My Anger.' It's Like, If We Can Make It Sound Smart Enough, We're Allowed To Do Stupid Things.

I Think That Now Most People Know Someone In Their Family That Is Coping With Something, But There Is Still A Tremendous Amount Of Shame - That One Is Still Regarded As A Defective Unit ... If Only They Would Pull Up Their Bootstraps - They Are Only Indulging Their Emotions, Everybody's Moody, Blah, Blah, Blah.

Good Anecdote--bad Reality.