Might as well start with us...

I am awfully greedy; I want everything from life. I want to experience every side of the coin - to have many friends and to have loneliness, to work much and write good books, to travel and enjoy myself, to be selfish and to be kind. You see, it is difficult to get all which I want. And then when I do not succeed I get mad with anger, and I have no choice but to express it as wholeheartedly as I can. I've tried to be forgiving. And yet; there were times in my life, whole years, when anger got the better of me. Ugliness turned me inside out. There was a certain satisfaction in bitterness. I courted it. It was standing outside, and I invited it in.

The beginning of love is the will to let those we love be perfectly themselves, the resolution not to twist them to fit our own image. If in loving them we do not love what they are, but only their potential likeness to ourselves, then we do not love them: we only love the reflection of ourselves we find in them. Relationships are mysterious. We doubt the positive qualities in others, seldom the negative. You will say to your partner: do you really love me? You will ask this a dozen times and drive the person nuts. But you never ask: are you really mad at me? Are you sure you're angry? When someone is enraged, you don't doubt it for a moment. If we are to survive, this is something I truly have to work on, really have to change, and while I can't promise I'll be successful, the least I can do is promise that I will try.