Upon becoming fifty the one thing you can't afford is habit.

a revolutionary marriage ... [is] one in which both partners have work at the center of their lives and must find a delicate balance that can support both together and each individually.

One cannot make up stories; one can only retell in new ways the stories one has already heard.

as the years go on a sense of deep patience comes over one; one seems to know the virtue of ripeness, and the danger of rushing events.

I don't know why togetherness was ever held up as an ideal of marriage. Away from home for both, then together, that's much better.

The journey is over. Love to all.

Today's shocks are tomorrow's conventions.