Well, love is insanity. The ancient Greeks knew that. It is the taking over of a rational and lucid mind by delusion and self-destruction. You lose yourself, you have no power over yourself, you can't even think straight.

I'd discovered you never know yourself until you're tested and that you don't even know you're being tested until afterwards, and that in fact there isn't anyone giving the test except yourself.

Marriage accustomed one to the good things, so one came to take them for granted, but it magnified the bad things, so they came to feel as painful as a grain in one's eye. An open window, a forgotten quart of milk, a TV set left blaring, socks on the bathroom floor could become occasions for incredible rage.

The view of life as a struggle for power generates a language in which life has no significance and only power matters.

Never underestimate the power of helplessness!

Even disasters -- there are always disasters when you travel -- can be turned into adventures.

The very notion of superiority of one kind over another will have to disappear, although differences among kind will remain.