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.

We grow because the clamorous, permanent presence of our children forces us to put their needs before ours. We grow because our love for our children urges us to change as nothing else in our lives has the power to do. We grow (if we're willing to grow, that is: not every parent is willing) because being a parent helps us stop being a child.

Lust is what keeps you wanting to do it even when you have no desire to be with each other. Love is what makes you want to be with each other even when you have no desire to do 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.

I think I'll move to Australia.

One advantage of marriage is that, when you fall out of love with him or he falls out of love with you, it keeps you together until you fall in again.

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