The Neurotic's Notebook

MIGNON McLAUGHLIN

Money is much more exciting than anything it buys.

Creative work is one of life’s greatest pleasures, and the only one we will gladly interrupt.

When you lose your money, you find out who your friends are — and they’re not the ones you wanted.

The only bravery that matters is the kind that gets you from one moment to the next.

The sophisticate is always haughty when being introduced to a celebrity.

There is one desirable place to be long-winded: in letters back home.

When you let money speak for you, it drowns out anything else you meant to say.

Most of our diversions do not so much delay death as accustom us to it.

A rich suicide consoles us a little, and frightens us a lot.

The time we can often do something wonderful is when we are supposed to be doing something else.

A high salary is the slender thread that many a neurotic ego hangs by.

Women insist upon marriage and then hate it; men are dragged there and then love it.

Of all second-class citizens, neurotics are the only ones who are so by choice.

The first night of your stay in a hospital you are given a heavenlyback rub by an angel you never see again.

Love unlocks doors and opens windows that were not even there before.

Cigarettes are all the clock I need; one pack finishes the morning, another the afternoon, a third the night.