A woman ought to look up to her husband, if only a half-inch.

Everybody can write; writers can't do anything else.

Nostalgia for what we have lost is more bearable than nostalgia for what we have never had, for the first involves knowledge and pleasure, the second only ignorance and pain.

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.

Forget about calories - everything makes thin people thinner, and fat people fatter.

The past is strapped to our backs. We do not have to see it; we can always feel it.

My thoughts, I guess, are bitter; who but the bitter have thoughts?