As we reach midlife in the middle thirties or early forties, we are not prepared for the idea that time can run out on us, or for the startling truth that if we don't hurry to pursue our own definition of a meaningful existence, life can become a repetition of trivial maintenance duties.

The present never ages. Each moment is like a snowflake, unique, unspoiled, unrepeatable, and can be appreciated in its surprisingness.

The delights of self-discovery are always available.

Men are not given awards and promotions for bravery in intimacy.

Sex and older women used to be considered an oxymoron, rarely mentioned in the same breath.

Although there are many trial marriages... there is no such thing as a trial child.

If we don't change, we don't grow. If we don't grow, we aren't really living.