The dream didn't fade as dreams usually do upon waking.
You wanted to kill your father in order to be your father yourself. Now you are your father, but a dead father.
Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways.
Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But one thing about human beings puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within.
We choose not randomly each other. We meet only those who already exists in our subconscious.
The aim of psychoanalysis is to relieve people of their neurotic unhappiness so that they can be normally unhappy.
One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.
Come on Canada, it's time to kick our bad habits and get into shape!
I'm not to blame for an old body, but I would be to blame for an old soul. An old soul is a shameful thing.
Playwriting is an oral art; it's not an art of a writer expecting to be read but a writer expecting to be heard.
How come you don't ever hear about gruntled employees? And who has been dis-ing them anyhow?