If I couldn't be pretty, I decided I would be smart.

That many-faceted thing called love succeeds in building bridges from the loneliness on this shore to the loneliness on the other one. These bridges can be of great beauty, but they are rarely built for eternity, and frequently they cannot tolerate too heavy a burden without collapsing.

The perfect normal person is rare in our civilization.

Fortunately analysis is not the only way to resolve inner conflicts. Life itself still remains a very effective therapist.

[Neurotics are] torn by inner conflicts ... Every neurotic ... is at war with himself.

There is no such thing as a normal psychology that holds for all people.

There's still such chaos in me. Still so little firmly outlined. Just like my face: a formless mass that only takes on shape through the expression of the moment. The searching for our selves is the most agonizing