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

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.

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.

There's been a number of erroneous biographies, articles and so on written about Billy and we both thought it would be a good idea to produce a true one.

by confusing life with play-acting and play-acting with life, one may perhaps construct a tolerable moral world from shattered fragments of the past

Somehow, we have gotten off track from the basics of health and spirituality, and we get in our own way.

Look at the language. If a scientist delivers the simple, unconditional, absolutely certain statements that politicians and journalists want, he is talking as an activist, not a scientist.

Do you want to be an artist and a writer, or a wife and a lover? With kids, your focus changes. I don't want to go to PTA meetings.

I care not who makes th' laws iv a nation, if I can get out an injunction.

Childhood knows what it wants - to leave childhood behind.

What is the natural reaction when told you have a hopeless mental illness? That diagnosis does you in; that, and the humiliation of being there. I mean, the indignity you're subjected to. My God.

I paint to rest from the phenomena of the external world - to pronounce it -- and to make notations of its essences with which to verify the inner eye.

If you kill someone in Texas, we'll kill ya back.

After World War II society had to settle back for a moment before it picked up the 20th century.