I'm afraid I don't believe there is such a thing as blasphemy, just outrage from those insecure in their own faith.

All we have to do is listen. The Good Lord gave us two ears and only one mouth, my dear white-headed mother used to say.

Families where there is not much laughter I think are signs of some sort of dysfunctionality or sickness.

No adolescent ever wants to be understood, which is why they complain about being misunderstood all the time.

How can I tell you what I think until I've heard what I'm going to say?

Sex without smiling is as sickly and as base as vodka and tonic without ice.

Self-consciousness, that's what it is. Always my abiding vice. I keep seeing myself. Me watching myself watching others watch me. How do you lose that? What's the trick?