It's the safety valve of middle life, and the solace of age.

A cat and a Bible, and nobody needs to be lonely.

I began to feel that if religion was either an illusion or a revelation, it was simpler to accept it as an illusion.

Great loves were almost always great tragedies. Perhaps it was because love was never truly great until the element of sacrifice entered into it.

because we are always staring at the stars, we learn the shortness of our arms.

it is axiomatic with most writing people that there are no such things as perfect conditions for work.

it's been my experience that the first few days of married life women are blind because they want to be and after that because they have to be.