My father hated radio and could not wait for television to be invented so he could hate that too.

Look at it this way: Psychoanalysis is a permanent fad.

We are not primarily put on this earth to see through one another, but to see one another through.

There are times when breakfast seems the one thing worth getting up for.

Sometimes I write drunk and revise sober, and sometimes I write sober and revise drunk. But you have to have both elements in creation — the Apollonian and the Dionysian, or spontaneity and restraint, emotion and discipline.

Before the mind snaps, or the heart breaks, it gather itself like a clock about to strike. It might even be said one pulls himself together to disintegrate.

There are times when parenthood seems nothing more than feeding the hand that bites you.