It isn't sufficient just to want -- you've got to ask yourself what you are going to do to get the things you want.
If we ever do end up acting just like rats or Pavlov's dogs, it will be largely because behaviorism has conditioned us to do so.
Confession, alas, is the new handshake.
It's apparent that we can't proceed any further without a name for this institutionalized garrulousness, this psychological patter, this need to catalogue the ego's condition. Let's call it psychobabble, this spirit which now tyrannizes conversation in the seventies.
Psychobabble is... a set of repetitive verbal formalities that kills off the very spontaneity, candor, and understanding it pretends to promote. It's an idiom that reduces psychological insight to a collection of standardized observations, that provides a frozen lexicon to deal with an infinite variety of problems.
Are you going out after the truth, or are you going out after something you believe?
If anything characterizes the cultural life of the seventies in America, it is an insistence on preventing failures of communication.