If the second marriage really succeeds, the first one didn't really fail.

It's terrifying to see someone inside of whom a vital spring seems to have been broken. It's particularly terrifying to see him in your mirror.

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

The neurotic has perfect vision in one eye, but he cannot remember which.

As we grow older, our capacity for enjoyment shrinks, but not our appetite for it.

We sometimes feel that we have been really understood, but it was always long ago, by someone now dead.

People are like birds: on the wing, all beautiful; up close, all beady little eyes.