One of life's few really reliable pleasures: to have a family you love, and to leave them for a week.
The time to begin most things is ten years ago.
The neurotic is always half-drowning in anxiety, and always being half-rescued.
Suburb: a place that isn't city, isn't country, and isn't tolerable.
There are three iron links in the neurotic's chain: unloving, unlovable, unloved.
Every now and then you run across radiantly attractive people and you're delighted to find they adore you, till you realize that they adore just about everybody - and that's what's made them radiantly attractive.