The fault we admit to is seldom the fault we have, but it has a certain relationship to it, a somewhat similar shape, like that of a sleeve to an arm.

Elegimos aquellos que nos gusta, con los que amamos, no tenemos voz en el asunto.

There are whole years for which I hope I'll never be cross-examined, for I could not give an alibi.

At the beginning of a love affair, not even the neurotic is neurotic.

Loneliness, insomnia, and change: the fear of these is even worse than the reality.

Your children tell you casually years later what it would have killed you with worry to know at the time.

No woman wants to see herself too clearly.