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

Reason finds it difficult to take root in the arid soil of wrath.

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

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

The outer prisons are made by the community to contain those who have dared break its laws. The inner prisons each man makes for himself because of what he feels are his transgressions.

Understanding why is never enough.

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