Inside every adult male is a denied little boy.

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

The debt of gratitude we owe our mother and father goes forward, not backward. What we owe our parents is the bill presented to us by our children.

Oh, I know all about my mother and me,' you may say. 'All that business with my mother was over years ago.' You don't and it wasn't.

For instance, in group therapy, I'll have people stand up, show off, give a speech about themselves as though they've just died and have to give a eulogy. Even with this explicit permission - even an order - to say something nice about themselves, this is the hardest thing in the world for people to do. They'd rather take their clothes off.

I'm sure it's why I'm such an odd duck in my feminist generation, because I've always been equally fair to men.

Fantasy isn't something you run out of.