The neurotic's strongest fantasy is that he has no fantasies. The real is very real to him, the unreal even more so.

Family quarrels have a total bitterness unmatched by others. Yet it sometimes happens that they also have a kind of tang, a pleasantness beneath the unpleasantness, based on the tacit understanding that this is not for keeps; that any limb you climb out on will still be there later for you to climb back.

Once you become self-conscious, there is no end to it; once you start to doubt, there is no room for anything else.

Only where children gather is there any real chance of fun.

Women usually love what they buy, yet hate two-thirds of what is in their closets.

People keep telling us about their love affairs, when what we really want to know is how much money they make and how they manage on it.

I'm afraid to win, and afraid to lose; I hate a draw and can't stop competing; otherwise I'm fine.