Marriage is nature's way of ensuring that a woman picks up some mothering experience before she has her first child.

There is a strong chance that siblings who turn out well were hassled by the same parents.

It's not that perfection cannot be achieved. It's that it's so hard to stop there.

Is it my imagination, or does shipping and handling settle a box of crackers more than it used to?

Through the blackest night, morning gently tiptoes, feeling its way to dawn.

There are things I have wanted so long that I would only consent to have them if I could keep wanting them.

I am told to just be myself, but as much as I have practiced the impression, I am still no good at it.