Ive really written my books for my husband and our family. Theyve brought us closer together by allowing us to discuss things that were unspoken for so long.

There is a probably natural and learned reticence with myself talking about my early life.

There seems to be this impression that if I really am a psychotherapist, I cant be serious about it. They think there must be something fishy going on.

I don't think I'm generous enough to be the straight guy. I sort of make my own way and make my own statement. Do I mind pushing myself forward? Not at all.

After all my probing into the human brain, I should still be aware of mysteries and come up with them myself.

Perfect objectivity is always impossible, no matter who writes a person's biography.

I grew up in the suburbs of Sydney, an arid kind of place, but every day I took the ferry across the harbour to get to school. I'd watch the ships coming in and going out.