A successful marriage requires falling in love many times — always with the same person.

Most of us would rather risk a catastrophe than read the instructions.

There’s only one person who needs a glass of water oftener than a small child tucked in for the night, and that’s a writer sitting down to write.

The ideal home: big enough for you to hear the children, but not very well.

An old racetrack joke reminds you that your program contains all the winners’ names. I stare at my typewriter keys with the same thought.

It’s innocence when it charms us, ignorance when it doesn’t.

What you have become is the price you paid to get what you used to want.

Para un buen matrimonio hay que enamorarse muchas veces, siempre de la misma persona.

Family quarrels have a total bitterness unmatched by others. Yet it sometimes happens that they also have a kind of tang, a pleasantness beneath the unpleasantness, based on the tacit understanding that this is not...

A critic can only review the book he has read, not the one which the writer wrote.

It’s easy enough to get along with a loved and loving child—at least till you try to get him to do something.

We choose those we like; with those we love, we have no say in the matter.

Children lack morality, but they also lack fake morality.

Once you become self-conscious, there is no end to it; once you start to doubt, there is no room for anything else.

Courage can’t see around corners, but goes around them anyway.

Only where children gatheris there any real chance of fun.

The only courage that matters is the kind that gets you from one moment to the next.

The death of someone we know always reminds us that we are still alive – perhaps for some purpose which we ought to re-examine.

Love is often gentle, desire always a rage.