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

After he has had his tantrum, the neurotic expects those around him to feel friendly and relaxed; after all, he does.

Every day of our lives we are on the verge of making those slight changes that would make all the difference.

Few of us write great novels; all of us live them.

A doctor recently described to me "benign positional vertigo": it means you get dizzy in certain positions, but you can get over it without necessarily changing the position. Change "vertigo" to "anxiety," and you've summed up the neurotic's plight.

It's terrifying to see someone inside of whom a vital spring seems to have been broken. It's particularly terrifying to see him in your mirror.

We work for praise, and dawdle once we have it.