The neurotic is always half-drowning in anxiety, and always being half-rescued.

Forget about calories - everything makes thin people thinner, and fat people fatter.

You can't truthfully explain your smallest action without fully revealing your character.

Fields can lie fallow but we can't; we have less time.

One day you are an apprentice, and everybody's pet; the next, you are coldly expected to deliver. There is never sufficient warning that the second day is coming.

Neurotics have plenty of non-neurotic friends, but not for long.

Flesh goes on pleasuring us, and humiliating us, right to the end.