I don't intend to stop showing a little cleavage. Nor do I intend to stop flashing a little thigh.

Our daily existence requires both closeness and distance, the wholeness of self, the wholeness of intimacy.

We begin life with loss. We are cast from the womb without an apartment, a charge plate, a job or a car. We are sucking, sobbing, clinging, helpless babies.

For many men the denial of dependency on their mother is repeated in their subsequent relationships, sometimes by an absence of any sexual interest in women, sometimes by a pattern of loving and leaving them.

It is true that the present is powerfully shaped by the past. But it is also true that ... insight at any age keeps us from singing the same sad songs again.

Passionate investment leaves us vulnerable to loss. And sometimes, no matter how clever we are, we must lose.

Close friends contribute to our personal growth. They also contribute to our personal pleasure, making the music sound sweeter, the wine taste richer, the laughter ring louder because they are there.