Telling a lie is called wrong. Telling the truth is called right. Except when telling the truth is called bad manners and telling a lie is called polite.

If we are the younger, we may envy the older. If we are the older, we may feel that the younger is always being indulged. In otherwords, no matter what position we hold in family order of birth, we can prove beyond a doubt that we're being gypped.

many of us are done with adolescence before we are done with adolescent love.

Living with golden fantasies of an endlessly nurtured infancy can be a neurotic refusal to grow up.

Love is much nicer to be in than an automobile accident, a tight girdle, a higher tax bracket or a holding pattern over Philadelphia.

When he is late for dinner and I know he must be either having an affair or lying dead in the street, I always hope he's dead.

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