Writing is like a bird-watcher watching for birds: the stories are there: you just have to train yourself to look for them.

I do hope you have some money. I'm getting tired of hitting people.

..he continues to cling to the forlorn hope that I will turn into one of those swooning females...and fling myself squeeling at him whenever anything happens. Like all men, he clings to his illusions.

When emotion supersedes reason ... gullibility must follow.

Husbands do not care to be contradicted. Indeed, I do not know anyone who does.

I don't think she realized how much she cared for him, or he for her, until the end. Hasn't someone said a woman may be known by the men who love her enough to die for her? (If they haven't, I claim the credit myself.)

Everything has happened before - not once, but over and over again. We may not be able to solve our problems through what are pompously called "the lessons of history," but at least we should be able to recognize the issues and perhaps avoid some of the solutions that have failed in the past. And we can take heart in our own dilemma by realizing that other people in other times have survived worse.