Not so much two ships passing in the night as two ships sailing together for a time but always bound for different ports.

What was so terrible about grief was not grief itself, but that one got over it.

But what do you believe? I don't just mean religion. What are you sure of?" "That once I was not and that now I am. That one day I shall no longer be.

We are often more merciful to our animals than we are to each other.

There are few couples as unhappy as those who are too proud to admit their unhappiness.

Love, always love. Perhaps that’s what we’re all looking for.

Read widely and with discrimination. Bad writing is contagious.