Celibacy is the worst form of self-abuse.
I tried to write worse but it was no good; my generalizations came out as before, each more exquisite than the last. I grew discouraged.
The trouble with treating people as equals is that the first thing you know they may be doing the same thing to you.
Why is the awfulness of families such a popular reason for starting another?
How do you expect mankind to be happy in pairs when it is miserable separately?
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?