Most of us can easily do two things at once; what's all but impossible is to do one thing at once.

Men prefer brief praise, pitched high; women are satisfied with praise in a lower key, just so it goes on and on.

Desire creates havoc when it is the only thing between two people, or when it is what's missing.

A new wound makes all the old ones ache again.

Women are never landlocked: they're always mere minutes away from the briny deep of tears.

The neurotic usually obeys his own Golden Rule: Hate thy neighbor as thyself.

The trouble with women is men; the trouble with men, men.