There are times when parenthood seems nothing more than feeding the hand that bites you.

When I can no longer bear to think of the victims of broken homes, I begin to think of the victims of intact ones.

The bonds of matrimony are like any other bonds - they mature slowly.

Before the mind snaps, or the heart breaks, it gather itself like a clock about to strike. It might even be said one pulls himself together to disintegrate.

There are times when parenthood seems nothing more than feeding the hand that bites you.

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

He resented such questions as people do who have thought a great deal about them. The superficial and slipshod have ready answers, but those looking this complex life straight in the eye acquire a wealth of perception so composed of delicately balanced contradictions that they dread, or resent, the call to couch any part of it in a bland generalization. The vanity (if not outrage) of trying to cage this dance of atoms in a single definition may give the weariness of age with the cry of youth for answers the appearance of boredom.