Maybe then you comprehend, speaking one language only is a prison!
Marriage can, should, and must evolve. Don't be alarmed, and don't resent it. Be patient and kind, unflaggingly. In the long run, it's the unasked-for hot-water bottles on winter nights that matter mo...
Look at that! Life’s more science-fictiony by the day. It’s not just that you get old and your kids leave; it’s that the world zooms away and leaves you hankering for whatever decade you felt most com...
Like the best songs, you can't see the next line coming, but once it's sung, how else could it have gone?
Life is sheer bliss when it wants to be.
Laboring types surrounded me with bad teeth, parrot voices, and unfounded optimism.
I’d love to know how Dad saw me when I was a kid. I’d love to know a hundred things. When a parent dies, a filing cabinet full of all the fascinating stuff also ceases to exist. I never imagined how h...
It was a morning for Ella Fitzgerald. There are fine things in the world, after all. Dignity, refinement, warmth and humour, where you'd never expect to find them. Even as an old woman, an amputee in...
If your words're true, they're armed.
If we believe that humanity may transcend tooth and claw, if we believe divers races & creeds can share this world as peaceably as the orphans share their candlenut tree, if we believe leaders must be...
If one will just be still, shut up, and --lo, behold, the world'll sift through one's ideas for one, esp. in a grimy London railway station.
If consumers found fulfillment at any meaningful level, she extemporized, corpocracy would be finished.
If an atrocity isn't written about, it stops existing when the last witnesses die. That's what I can't stand. If a mass shooting, a bomb, a whatever, is written about, then at least it's made a tiny d...
I und’standed why Meronym’d not said the hole true ’bout Prescience Isle an’ her tribe too. People b’lief the world is built so an’ tellin ’em it ain’t so caves the roofs on their heads’n’maybe yours....
I succumbed. Late-fifteenth-century verb, Old French succomber or Latin succumbere, but a basic necessity of the human condition, especially mine.
I quote Seneca's warning to Nero: No matter how many of us you kill, you will never kill your successor.
I put my hand on the altar rail. 'What if ... what if Heaven is real, but only in moments? Like a glass of water on a hot day when you're dying of thirst, or when someone's nice to you for no reason,...
I emerge into a library-study with the highest book-population density I have seen in my life. Book walls, book towers, book avenues, book side-streets. Book spillages, book rubble. Paperback books, h...
Her oil-black hair’s sort of punky. She must use gel. I’d love to gel her gel in for her.
He sees, and smells, that the mishap was caused by a large human turd.