Craving that old sweet oneness yet dreading engulfment, wishing to be our mother's and yet be our own, we stormily swing from mood to mood, advancing and retreating-the quintessential model of two-mindedness.

I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

Not listening is probably the commonest unkindness of married life, and one that creates - more devastatingly than an eternity of forgotten birthdays and misguided Christmas gifts - an atmosphere of not loving and not caring.

Suffering makes you deep. Travel makes you broad. In case I get my pick, I'd rather travel.

Losing is the price we pay for living. It is also the source of much of our growth and gain.

We have to divide mother love with our brothers and sisters. Our parents can help us cope with the loss of our dream of absolute love. But they cannot make us believe that we haven't lost it.

You end up as you deserve. In old age you must put up with the face, the friends, the health, and the children you have earned.