Despite the best efforts of critics and the hopes of authors, our tastes in books are probably as inherent & unbudgeable as those in food.

Intimacy is the capacity to be rather weird with someone - and finding that that's ok with them.

Rather than getting more spoilt with age, as difficulties pile up, epiphanies of gratitude abound.

Envy: a confused, tangled guide to one's own ambitions.

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

Though it may feel otherwise, enjoying life is no more dangerous than apprehending it with continuous anxiety and gloom.

One of love's greatest drawbacks is that, for a while at least, it is in danger of making us happy.