An argument in a couple: 2 people attempting to introduce each other to important truths - by panicked shouting.

To look at the paper is to raise a seashell to one's ear and to be overwhelmed by the roar of humanity.

At the heart of every frustration lies a basic structure: the collision of a wish with an unyielding reality.

Our capacity to draw happiness from aesthetic objects or material goods in fact seems critically dependent on our first satisfying a more important range of emotional or psychological needs, among them the need for understanding, for love, expression and respect.

As victims of hurt, we frequently don't bring up what ails us, because so many wounds look absurd in the light of day.

Our homes do not have to offer us permanent occupancy or store our clothes to merit the name. To speak of home in relation to a building is simply to recognise its harmony with our own prized internal song. Home can be an airport or a library, a garden or a motorway diner.

Journeys are the midwives of thought. Few places are more conducive to internal conversations than moving planes, ships or trains.