Understanding why is never enough.
Anxiety was comfortable to me because it was familiar. If none existed, unconsciously I stirred it up to destroy the unfamiliarity of calm.
Life for the unhappy is an endless search for ‘the good parent,’ one who will truly love him instead of making him afraid.
… the unnatural ways we substitute for the natural prove not enough and soon there must be more and more unnaturalness, more and more violence.
Murder is the apex of megalomania, the ultimate in control.
each generation devises better ways to survive. Civilization may, in one sense, be a tribute to the ingeniousness of some children in outwitting parents.
The devil-ache of loneliness seldom deserts the bones of the angry.
Usually the things you dislike in a person are his defenses against fear.
Reason finds it difficult to take root in the arid soil of wrath.
Suicide is part murder, revenge on those who hurt you, just as murder is part suicide, for a murderer knows he risks losing his life.
When one must sit with the snobs, one belongs with the frightened.
often when I thought I joked, I told the truth, afraid to speak it except in jest.