The narcissist enjoys being looked at and not looking back.

Death is frightening, and so is Eternal Life.

Electricity, water, gas, and steam course through the walls of my building, keeping it alive.

Commitments, not feelings, hold life together.

The psychiatrist's office: the only place I can be sure my story will be treated as sad, but interesting.

I seldom remember my father, but I sneeze and rub my nose the way he did. I also love my son with grief and anger, as he did.

Jargon: any technical language we do not understand.