We're all crazy and the only difference between patients and their therapists is the therapists haven't been caught yet.

I do not mean to mock or ridicule your life's work, for in one way at least it mimics my own: We have dedicated our lives to the pursuit of phantoms. The difference is the nature of those phantoms. Mine exist between other men's ears; yours live solely between your own.

I didn't finish high school. I wound up working for a big paper mill. Then I went to work loading box cars and glass ware.

We caught a couple of breaks that went against us, but that's the things go sometimes.

As therapists our job is to see our clients, even at those times when we would rather look away. It is though our mutual fierce vision that clients discover choice and meaning.

All I can do is try to be a difference-maker once I do get back out there, ... Maybe I can free up another guy. Maybe I can take the double-team and somebody else makes a play. I just want to get myself totally healthy and get back out there and help out.