We turned on one another deep, drowned gazes, and exchanged a kiss that reduced my bones to rubber and my brain to gruel.

"You ought to be ashamed," a woman in an Easter bonnet told Stein. "Your race gave us our religion..." "From ancient polytheism, the belief in lots of gods," the woman continued a little more eruditely, "the Hebrew nation led us on to the idea that there is only one." "Which is just a step from the truth," said Stein.

Murals in restaurants are on a par with the food in museums.

A suburban mother's role is to deliver children obstetrically once, and by car forever after.

We must love one another, yes, yes, that's all true enough, but nothing says we have to like each other.

The value of marriage is not that adults produce children but that children produce adults.

Sex in marriage is like medicine. Three times a day for the first week. Then once a day for another week. Then once every three or four days till the condition clears up.