Once I worshipped Keats for dying young. Now I think it's braver to die old.

Love is everything it's cracked up to be. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for.

We all parent the best we can. Being human, we're ambivalent. We want perfection for our babies, but we also need sleep.

Isn't it our job to be appalled by our parents? Isn't it every generation's duty to be dismayed by the previous generation? And to assert that we are different - only to discover later that we are distressingly the same?

each of us only feels the torn lining of his own coat and sees the wholeness of the other person's.

I am old enough to know that laughter, not anger, is the true revelation.

There were 117 psychoanalysts on the Pan Am flight to Vienna and I'd been treated by at least six of them. And married a seventh.