Neurotics dream of a good life, or a great suicide note.
Fields can lie fallow but we can't; we have less time.
Women are afraid of mice and of murder, and of very little in between.
The way the neurotic sees it: bars on his door mean that he's locked in; bars on your door mean that he's locked out.
We catch frightful glimpses of ourselves in the hostile eyes of others.
In the theater, as in life, we prefer a villain with a sense of humor to a hero without one.