To avoid taking responsibility, I become unresponsive but hang on until the other person leaves me.
Lonely people keep up a ceaseless flow of commentary on themselves.
A neurotic can neither enjoy his illusions nor give them up.
The horse stares at its captor, barely remembering the free kicks of youth.
My strengths make me contemptuous. My weaknesses make me charitable.
The squabbles of philandering Zeus and shrewish Hera are the Greeks' comment on married life.