So many people suffer from abuse, and suffer alone.

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.

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.

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.

Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.

We would soon be on our way to war, where mercy is unwise and kindness has no place.

The power of Allah: no sound, no shape, no form. But when it manifests, none can resist it.

A nation that has no music and no fairytales is a tragedy.

The past is a ghost, the future a dream, and all we ever have is now.

Mel [Bochner] sets a very high standard. He expects only the best and most thoughtful and rigorous examinations, not only of the history of art but your own practice.

Ah, I am thinking people put more in their prayers than was ever put in them by God.

Everybody dies. Some just need a little help.

Traveling would be quite perfect if only one could go home at night.

Jesus has thrilled and satisfied the heart and mind of the Father for eternity. He must be all-sufficient for you.