A perfect marriage is one in which "I'm sorry" is said just often enough.

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

The first-rate mind is always curious, compassionate, original, and pessimistic.

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.

Love is often gentle, desire always a rage.

There's only one person who needs a glass of water oftener than a small child tucked in for the night, and that's a writer sitting down to write.

Comfort, or revelation: God owes us one of these, but surely not both.