Why is the awfulness of families such a popular reason for starting another?
People rarely do what they don't want to.
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?
It is the final proof of God's omnipotence that he need not exist in order to save us.
Man is vile, I know, but people are wonderful.
I think people love each other a little more than they hate each other ... Love has a slim hold on the human corporation, like fifty-one per cent, but it's enough.