the lives we lead are determined, for better and worse, by our loss experiences.

We cannot love others as others unless we possess suficient self-love, a love we learn from being loved in infancy.

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

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

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.

I went to sleep with gum in my mouth and now there's gum in my hair and when I got out of bed this morning I tripped on the skateboard and by mistake I dropped my sweater in the sink while the water was running and I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

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.