No Man Can Be Really Free In

All My Writing Has Been An Effort To Sort Out The Paradoxes Of My Life.

The Older I Get...the More Of My Mother I See In Myself.

In A Baby's First Months, The Earliest Patterns Of Intimacy Or Distrust Are Forever Grooved Into His Soul.

Dreams Are The Expression Of The Unconscious While We Are Asleep.

Fantasy Isn't Something You Run Out Of.