There is this strange fog of being a young man that I would refer to as soft time. Time does not go forward there. It's a series of doors that kind of wind back into one another, like a series of doors in the upper floor of a house. You revisit the same lessons over and over again, or you choose to
“If anyone would have been paying serious attention to my puppet shows, I would have been sent to therapy very young.”
“It's funny, there are so many women who are former executives and have taken all that stress and anxiety and transferred it onto their kids.”