But she had dreamed of being his for too long. He had quite ruined her for a marriage of convenience. She wanted everything from him: his mind, his body, his name and, most of all, his heart.

I've loved him for a decade. And I had him for one day before I made a complete and utter mess of things. Or he did. I'm still not sure about that.

why couldn't someone, somewhere, want her for her ?

He’d managed to take hold of her being, her poise and twisted it that it’d mutilated so bad. Even she had forgotten how it had felt to be sane.

People's curses will become your clue to win. The trash they think you have will become the treasure for greatness they will plead to enjoy! You will understand this better by and by!

The most ignorant of all people is a person who is self assured in his or her premature decisions.

It's easier to do horrible things to people if you don't really see them as people.

What is true [in psychology] is alas not new, the new not true.

What? Corpus. Body. Corpse. Good idea the Latin. Stupifies them first. Hospice for the dying. They don't seem to chew it; only swallow it down.

Therapy can get you only so far with exorcising your childhood nightmares; after that it's willpower, and you, and people you can trust to hold your hand along the way.

It wasn't until '94 when I tried to commit suicide that I realized that it wasn't about the money.

You cant just take an image and randomly distort it and call it art - although many people in La Jolla where I come from do precisely that.

Matter is a term contrary to soul. But nonsoul is its contradictory. Whatever is not soul is nonsoul.