So I needed to be womanised. I was losing my sheen.

This is what happened in love. One of you cried a lot and then both of you grew sarcastic.

Usually she ordered a cup of coffee and a cup of tea, as well as a brownie, propping up her sadness with chocolate and caffeine so that it became an anxiety.

She was afraid, and the afraid, she realized, sought opportunities for bravery in love.

She knew there were only small joys in life--the big ones were too complicated to be joys when you got all through--and once you realized that, it took a lot of the pressure off.

She wore a lot of gray-green corduroy. She had been under the impression that it brought out her eyes, those shy stars.

The turkeys I eat are raised on farms. They're different. They've signed on the dotted line.

But it would be like going to Heaven and not finding any of your friends there. Her life would go all beatific and empty in the eyes.

Mave believed that not being able to see your life clearly, to scrutinize it intelligently, meant that probably you were at the dead center of it, and that couldn't possibly be a bad thing.

I don't have a love life. I have a like life.'Mamie smiled. She thought how nice that might be, to be peacefully free from love...

It was strange, this toxic little vein, strange to stand above it, looking down at night, in a dangerous neighborhood, as if they were in love and entitled to such adventures.

lessons of medicrity, to a great extent, produce students of mediocrity

The new mythology of love was that it bent to the fashion of the day, obligated to take the shape of doves, lilies, jewels. This is a lie. Love is sometimes as passionate as war.

If a man does not treat you like a princess during courtship, he will not treat you like a queen during marriage.

Roast Beef, Medium, is not only a food. It is a philosophy. ... Roast Beef, Medium, is safe, and sane, and sure.

It's hard to go with a trend. As soon as it's out, everyone picks it up. It's important to stay true to yourself. Have fun with fashion instead of letting it dictate.

Though the familiar use of things about us take off our wonder, yet it cures not our ignorance.

If these are indeed the spirits of Englishmen and Englishwomen who have passed over into the next world, surely they would know how to form a proper queue?

To be a successful state, we must nurture successful children.

One of those Christmas songs says, "You better not shout, you better not cry, you better not pout." How's my wife going to get along?

All the big words -virtue, justice, truth, ...- are dwarfed by the greatness of kindness