Love is an obsession. It has that quality to it. But there are healthy obsessions, and mine is one of them.

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.

So many people suffer from abuse, and suffer alone.

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.

There was a special challenge in describing the awful childhood of a person who happens to be my own husband. It was very painful at times, for both of us.

I loved my life, but my choices were overloading and overwhelming me. Listening to inner feelings and fulfilling some of these urges when they come along is incredibly important.

Most people who went about saying a ghost had poked them with a brolly would be locked up somewhere.

When I came off the boat I was very proud of the thick calluses which had developed on my feet. But now, I am struggling to get into my favourite high heels which is a shame, as I have so many.

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

Being a psychologist did enable me to maintain objectivity.

She sat in her perfect house, with her perfect husband, wishing that her perfect life would end.

The feminist call was for women to embrace ways of seeing beauty and adorning ourselves that are healthy, life-affirming, and not overly time-time consuming.

It may come as an extraordinary shock to you but you're the only woman who has ever succeeded in getting under my skin. It could be because you're a raving lunatic.

George III was incapable of passing on a sense of mission to his son might a given some purpose to the crown prince's existence

I spend most of my evenings grinding into the early morning to my favorite music.

France has lost the battle but she has not lost the war.

Long live free Quebec!

Man is a physical and spiritual epitome of the Universe.

Sudden Light I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the light around the shore.

For conspiracy, I know not how it tastes, though it be dished For me to try how.