I think people want to get married to end their emotional uncertainty. In a way, they want to end powerful feelings, or certainly the negative ones.

Most of our childhood is stored not in photos, but in certain biscuits, lights of day, smells, textures of carpet.

So many complaints boil down to the belly ache of the fragile, mortal, ignored ego in a vast and indifferent universe.

We often lose our tempers not with those who are actually to blame; just with those who love us enough to forgive us our foul moods.

The only people we can think of as normal are those we don't yet know very well.

Work is most fulfilling when you're at the comfortable, exciting edge of not quite knowing what you are doing.

We envy only those whom we feel ourselves to be like; we envy only members of our reference group. There are few successes more unendurable than those of our close friends.