“Their instincts tell them ‘ Don’t go out to meet the world – you’ll have a panic attack. Inside is where safety is.”

“You fat, disgusting slob, you’ll never be thin enough, good enough, smart enough, tough or talented enough.

Error sometimes supplies the surprise that makes life interesting.

Certain temperaments respond to anxiety by pulling inward.

Eating disorders are like a gun that’s formed by genetics, loaded by a culture and family ideals, and triggered by unbearable distress.

I often went entire days without speaking – unable to get a word in over my inner taskmaster, who never shut up:

Speculation is carried on in safety, but, when it comes to action, fear causes failure.

Do not feel safe. The poet remembers. You can kill one, but another is born. The words are written down, the deed, the date.

Letting go of control, that’s actually when you’re safe.

For they had learned that true safety was to be found in long previous training, and not in eloquent exhortations uttered when they were going into action.

One can give advice comfortably from a safe port.

Our safety is not in blindness, but in facing our dangers.

It is easy to give advice from a port of safety.

Quick decisions are unsafe decisions.