Family quarrels have a total bitterness unmatched by others. Yet it sometimes happens that they also have a kind of tang, a pleasantness beneath the unpleasantness, based on the tacit understanding that this is not for keeps; that any limb you climb out on will still be there later for you to climb back.

Love looks forward, hate looks back, anxiety has eyes all over its head.

Few of us write great novels; all of us live them.

Children lack morality, but they also lack fake morality.

It's impossible to be loyal to your family, your friends, your country, and your principles, all at the same time.

Few of us could bear to have ourselves for neighbors.

I know which side my bread is buttered on: the side which falls on the carpet.