At the beginning of a love affair, not even the neurotic is neurotic.
Love requires a willingness to die; marriage, a willingness to live.
Women flirt to keep their stock high, men to get somewhere.
The neurotic longs to touch bottom, so at least he won't have that to worry about anymore.
Throughout our lives, we see in the mirror the same innocent trusting face we have seen there since childhood.
A new wound makes all the old ones ache again.