Why is the awfulness of families such a popular reason for starting another?
The universe is like a safe to which there is a combination. But the combination is locked up in the safe.
I can still hear my mother wailing over some new kitchen crisis, "Oh God," and my father answering cozily from the silo, "Were you calling me, dear?
Everybody hates me because I'm so universally liked.
What we are assigned to bear is in a sense a measure of our stature.
I was thinking that we all learn by experience, but some of us have to go to summer school.