When my mood was high, I seemed normal, even buoyant. I felt smarter. I had secrets. I could see God in a light bulb

there are many ways to fail. Some reject success. And others do not recognize it when success comes.

I remember the 1940s as a time when we were united in a way known only to that generation. We belonged to a common cause-the war.

Jealousy is, I think, the worst of all faults because it makes a victim of both parties.

I suppose life is a little like that, isn't it, a message in a bottle pitched out to sea, to be carried by the winds and the tides, washing up on the beaches we could never imagine.

I had been introduced to psychotherapy, in which the doctors let you talk, talk, talk, until you find the source of your problem or find another doctor.

I admire anyone who rids himself of an addiction.