Anxiety was comfortable to me because it was familiar. If none existed, unconsciously I stirred it up to destroy the unfamiliarity of calm.

... the unnatural ways we substitute for the natural prove not enough and soon there must be more and more unnaturalness, more and more violence.

often when I thought I joked, I told the truth, afraid to speak it except in jest.

Life for the unhappy is an endless search for 'the good parent,' one who will truly love him instead of making him afraid.

Anxiety was comfortable to me because it was familiar. If none existed, unconsciously I stirred it up to destroy the unfamiliarity of calm.

When one must sit with the snobs, one belongs with the frightened.

The devil-ache of loneliness seldom deserts the bones of the angry.