It was an unspoken pleasure, that having come together so many years, ruined so much and repaired a little, we had endured.

It is not good to see people who have been pretending strength all their lives lose it even for a minute.

The happy problem of our time - longer life.

Nobody knows what you want except you, and no one will be as sorry as you if you don't get it.

If you are willing to take the punishment, you're halfway through the battle. That the issues may be trivial, the battle ugly, is another point.

I cannot and will not cut my conscience to fit this year's fashions.

Was it always my nature to take a bad time and block out the good times, until any success became an accident and failure seemed the only truth?