Nothing could have survived our life.

It's terrible to allow conventional habits to gain a hold on a whole household; to eat, sleep and live by clock ticks.

Love is bitter and all there is, and that the rest is for the emotional beggars of the earth.

Looking for love is like asking for a new point of departure ... another chance in life.

Pronunciation has made many an innocent word sound like a doctor's orders for a stomach pump.

We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising. I still believe that one can learn to play the piano by mail and that mud will give you a perfect complexion.

Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.