Parenthood is the passing of a baton, followed by a lifelong disagreement as to who dropped it.

What to do with your one life? The same thing you would do if you had two lives, and this were the second.

In the end, who among us does not choose to be a little less right to be a little less lonely.

There is no such thing as a list of reasons. There is either one sufficient reason or a list of excuses.

We are each a dozen people who were all the same child.

It’s hard to make up your bed while you’re still sleeping in it. Hard to make up your mind for the same reason.

To become a grandparent is to enjoy one of the few pleasures in life for which the consequences have already been paid.