I would have liked having children to some degree, but frankly I haven't got the time to take the kids to the goddamn ballgame.

There's no evidence whatsoever that men are more rational than women or that men are more willing to surrender their irrational beliefs. Both sexes seem to be equally irrational.

Acceptance is not love. You love a person because he or she has lovable traits, but you accept everybody just because they're alive and human.

This, perhaps, goes to show that conditional self-esteem, as I have said for many years, is an insidious, real sickness, so much so that even Buddhists carelessly sneak it in and sometimes encourage their clients to achieve it.

Even injustice has it's good points. It gives me the challenge of being as happy as I can in an unfair world.

Whatever may be, I am still largely the creator and ruler of my emotional destiny.

Fat is a barrier, a bellicose statement to others that, to some, justifies hostility in kind. The world says to the fat person, "Your fatness is an affront to me, so we have the right to treat you as offensively as you appear." Fat is not merely viewed as another type of tissue, but as a diagnostic sign, a personal statement, and a measure of personality. Too little fat and we see you as being antisocial, fearful and sexless. Too much fat and we see you as slothful, stupid, and sexually hung up.