Friendship for me is made from a tapestry of personalities, each of whom shares a part of all I care about.

There's a strange sensation - you recall it from childhood - about sleeping in the afternoon. You rise into a different world from the one in which you lay down. The shadows have been rearranged. There's a sensation of sad sweetness, as if something has been overlooked. I used to feel it coming out of the movies just before dinnertime, after the matinee. How, I wondered, did Broadway actors face it, this bittersweet sense of time's slipping past.

Being wanted is the tender heel of everything human.

Nothing better for the hormones and worse for the heart than the right boy at the right time.

The ideal structure for a family is one that remains so.

Friendship for me is made from a tapestry of personalities, each of whom shares a part of all I care about.

our sons and daughters are only passing through. ... If we are lucky, they always will consider our home their harbor, but they are headed out to the open sea, almost from the first.