Dennis Johnson

For ten, maybe twenty years now, I have disliked books in which one person suggests that others should see the world as he or she sees it.

It is, in a way, the (provisional) harvest of my therapeutic work and life, the fruit of my later years. Provisional because, despite my relatively advanced age, I still see myself as completely unfinished, and in a few years I will almost certainly see and say many things differently than I do now. You may think (not without reason), well, if he has nothing to say that has any substance, then he should keep quiet, there are already enough books in the world.