Joy acts like a trampoline, everything that touches it bouncing right back off it.

It's a universal truth that no parent wishes to acknowledge that the fear and phobias we are in thrall to in adulthood almost invariably connect back to childhood experiences.

Every friendship goes through ups and downs. Dysfunctional patterns set in; external situations cause internal friction; you grow apart and then bounce back together.

When you fall, get right back up.

Snow provokes responses that reach right back to childhood.

I have a very childish attitude to books - a very non-analytic enthusiasm... like Alice falling down the chute.