In a successful marriage, there is no such thing as one's way. There is only the way of both, only the bumpy, dusty, difficult, but always mutual path.

A hobby a day keeps the doldrums away.

Sometimes I have a notion that what might improve the situation is to have women take over the occupations of government and trade and to give men their freedom.

Of one thing I am certain, the body is not the measure of healing, peace is the measure.

Those wearing Tolerance for a label call other views intolerable.

A mother's hardest to forgive. Life is the fruit she longs to hand you Ripe on a plate. And while you live, Relentlessly she understands you.

Seventy is wormwood, Seventy is gall But its better to be seventy, Than not alive at all.

Words can sting like anything, but silence breaks the heart.

Borrow my umbrellas, my clothes, my money, and I will likely not think of them again. But borrow my books and I will be on your track like a bloodhound until they are returned.

In Australia, not reading poetry is the national pastime.

Stir the eggnog, lift the toddy, Happy New Year everybody.

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

Don't just conform

I have these visions of myself being thirty, thirty-five, forty having a family.

In movies, it's so easy to have this 'boom, ' to kill, and I think that's inhumane.

So now I have started living my own life. Imperfect and clumsy as it may look, it is resembling me now, thoroughly.

All he needed was a wheel in his hand and four on the road.

Writers are lampposts and critics are dogs. Ask lampposts what they think about dogs. Does the dog hurt the lamppost?

At present I answer about 100 letters a month, and read 300 emails.

Today I told myself that in actual fact anyone who takes an innocuous and random delight in his life is an absolute lummox.

How in the world any one weighing 185 pounds can be cute is beyond me.