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.

The neurotic listens to weather reports about Small Craft Warnings, and he thinks: They're talking about me.

When their children fail to charm others, few parents can stay neutral.

As we are human, we can't do what we can't do; as we're neurotic, we can't do what we can.

We are all such a waste of our potential, like three-way lamps using one-way bulbs.

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

Neurotics would like to sleep all the time, and to be awakened only when there is good news.