From the moment I picked up your book until I laid it down, I was convulsed with laughter. Some day I intend reading it.
Books...are like lobster shells, we surround ourselves with 'em, then we grow out of 'em and leave 'em behind, as evidence of our earlier stages of development.
Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.
Over the years your bodies become walking autobiographies, telling friends and strangers alike of the minor and major stresses of your lives.
Excess on occasion is exhilarating. It prevents moderation from acquiring the deadening effect of a habit.
Love is the ability and willingness to allow those that you care for to be what they choose for themselves without any insistence that they satisfy you.
Be careful that victories do not carry the seed of future defeats.