When women feel they have learned to forgive their mothers - and men, their fathers - all it usually means is that they've decided to allow themselves the same kind of behavior.

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

Life is a mixed blessing, which we vainly try to unmix.

Age is a slowing down of everything except fear.

We choose those we like; with those we love, we have no say in the matter.

A hypochondriac is one who has a pill for everything except what ails him.

Some women love only what they can hold in their arms; others, only what they can't.