In Greek Tragedy, They Fall

My Daughter Squealed Again And Both Bubba And I Winced. It’s Not An Attractive Sound, That. It’s High-pitched And It Enters Your Ear Canals Like Hot Glass. No Matter How Much I Love My Daughter, I Will Never Love Her Squealing. Or Maybe I Will. Maybe I Do. Driving Down 93, I Realized Once And For All, That I Love The Things That Chafe. The Things That Fill Me With Stress So Total I Can’t Remember When A Block Of It Didn’t Rest On Top Of My Heart. I Love What, If Broken, Can’t Be Repaired. What, If Lost Can’t Be Replaced. I Love My Burdens.

How Many Psychiatrists Does It Take To Screw In A Lightbulb?” “i Don’t Know. How Many?” “eight.” “why?” “oh, Stop Overanalyzing It.

Believe It Or Not, Marshal, I Believe In Talk Therapy, Basic Interpersonal Skills. I Have This Radical Idea That If You Treat A Patient With Respect And Listen To What He's Trying To Tell You, You Just Might Reach Him. (87)

Do You Know The Primary Difference Between Men And Gods? ... Gods Don’t Think They Can Become Men

Vanity Is A Weakness. I Know This. It's A Shallow Dependence On The Exterior Self, On How One Looks Instead Of What One Is. I Know This Well... Vanity And Dishonesty May Be Vices, But They're Also The First Forms Of Protection I Ever Knew.