If love is what is held to make us immortal, hatred is the reverse.

People are least aware of others when demonstrating their own power over them.

A neighbor is something that belongs to the stable world of home life, the thing that lives next door to you.

The 'good' mother, with her fixed smile, her rigidity, her goody-goody outlook, her obsession with unnecessary hygiene, is in fact a fool. It is the 'bad' mother, unafraid of a joke and a glass of wine, richly self-expressive, scornful of suburban values, who is, in reality, good.

Christianity has kept itself going for centuries on hope alone, and has perpetrated all manner of naughtiness in the meantime.

Reality might be described as the eternal equipoise of positive and negative.

Divorce also entails the beginning of a supposition that that familial reality might have obstructed one's ability to perceive others.