All my writing has been an effort to sort out the paradoxes of my life.

Blaming mother is just a negative way of clinging to her still.

In a baby's first months, the earliest patterns of intimacy or distrust are forever grooved into his soul.

Spontaneous love admits errors, hesitations and human failings. It can be tested and repaired.

To say something nice about themselves, this is the hardest thing in the world for people to do.

Because society would rather we always wore a pretty face, women have been trained to cut off anger.

When I stopped seeing my mother with the eyes of a child, I saw the woman who helped me give birth to myself.