A first-rate marriage is like a first-rate hotel: expensive, but worth it.
One day you are an apprentice, and everybody's pet; the next, you are coldly expected to deliver. There is never sufficient warning that the second day is coming.
Spite is never lonely; envy always tags along.
Desire creates havoc when it is the only thing between two people, or when it is what's missing.
We can never understand other people's motives, nor their furniture.
Most of us can easily do two things at once; what's all but impossible is to do one thing at once.