Books have always been to me like a kind of embalmed mind. The dead may be scattered, and who can find them, but their voices live in the library.

Life and death in a relationship depend on attitudes.

Charm is the enchanted dart, light and subtle as a hummingbird. But it is deceptive in one thing: like a sense of humor, if you think you've got it, you probably haven't.

...appetite turns common food into the fare of kings.

(Home) is you in things.

Marriage is the learning of someone else's habits.

It isn't fair that there's pressure exerted on those who choose to live on the edges of the bell-shaped curve of normal.

I wonder if we climb to heaven over the ruins of many cherished schemes.

Plans can be like a winged horse, but their execution plods along pulling carts.

The way of surviving is to find meaning in suffering.