Small faults and virtues are for daily life. The big ones are for emergencies.
Family romances are the only ones that never turn out happily.
A neurotic can neither enjoy his illusions nor give them up.
I seldom remember my father, but I sneeze and rub my nose the way he did. I also love my son with grief and anger, as he did.
Even in the midst of love-making, writers are working on the description.
Originality is in the eye of the beholder.