The neurotic feels as though trapped in a gas-filled room where at any moment someone, probably himself, will strike a match.
Desire creates havoc when it is the only thing between two people, or when it is what's missing.
Nobody knows the trouble we've seen-but we keep trying to tell them.
Cash is the one gift everyone despises and no one turns down.
Love looks forward, hate looks back, anxiety has eyes all over its head.
The two main hazards of psychoanalysis: that it might fail, and that if it succeeds, you'll never be able to forgive yourself for all those wasted years.