That's what you get for ignoring the beauty of Tupperware.

A woman who can eat a real bruschetta is a woman you can love and who can love you. Someone who pushes the thing away because it's messy is never going to cackle at you toothlessly across the living room of your retirement cottage or drag you back from your sixth heart attack by sheer furious affection. Never happen. You need a woman who isn't afraid of a faceful of olive oil for that.

Children, bored and opinionated, are scholars of the most dogmatic stripe.

If we one day cease to exist, what will be remarkable is that we were ever here at all.

The trouble with shooting people, Edie Banister now remembers, is that it's so hard to do just one.

Law is error, you see. It's an attempt to write down a lot of things everyone ought to know anyway.

In a lot of places, of course, the '80s had never really come to an end.