Few Books Today Are Forgivable.

No One Has Schizophrenia, Like Having A Cold. The Patient Has Not "got" Schizophrenia. He Is Schizophrenic.

If I Hazard A Guess As To The Most Endemic, Prevalent Anxiety Among Human Beings-including Fear Of Death, Abandonment, Loneliness-nothing Is More Prevalent Than The Fear Of One Another.

I, For Instance, Regard Any Particular Man As Finite, As One Who Has Had A Beginning And Who Will Have An End. He Has Been Born, And He Is Going To Die. In The Meantime, He Has A Body That Roots Him To This Time And This Place.

In The Context Of Our Present Pervasive Madness That We Call Normality, Sanity, Freedom, All Our Frames Of Reference Are Ambiguous And Equivocal.

What We Think Is Less Than What We Know; What We Know Is Less Than What We Love; What We Love Is So Much Less Than What There Is. And To That Precise Extent We Are So Much Less Than What We Are.