When a man goes through six years training to be a doctor he will never be the same. He knows too much.

Let this serve as an axiom to every lover: A woman who refuses lunch refuses everything.

I am not a born writer, but I was born a writer.

Judges don't age. Time decorates them.

As for death, one gets used to it, even if it is only other people is death you get used to.

A father is always making his baby into a little woman. And when she is a woman he turns her back again.

It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now I mean affection. Now I mean to be fond of (as one is fond of oneself) -to hope, to be disappointed, to live inside the other heart. When I look back on the pain of sex, the love like a wild fox so ready to bite, the antagonism that sits like a twin beside love, and contrast it with affection, so deeply unrepeatable, of two people who have lived a life together (and of whom one must die) it's the affection I find richer. It's that I would have again. Not all those doubtful rainbow colors.