Living with golden fantasies of an endlessly nurtured infancy can be a neurotic refusal to grow up.

Adolescence involves our nutty-desperate-ecstatic-rash psychological efforts to come to terms with new bodies and outrageous urges.

Our mother gives us our earliest lessons in love- and its partner, hate. Our father-our "second other"-elaborates on them.

Craving that old sweet oneness yet dreading engulfment, wishing to be our mother's and yet be our own, we stormily swing from mood to mood, advancing and retreating-the quintessential model of two-mindedness.

For some it takes a lifetime to find true love, But for the lucky ones a lifetime is merely enough to share the love they've found.

the lives we lead are determined, for better and worse, by our loss experiences.

Telling a lie is called wrong. Telling the truth is called right. Except when telling the truth is called bad manners and telling a lie is called polite.