Common morality now treats childbearing as an aberration. There are practically no good reasons left for exercising one's fertility.

You're only young once, but you can be immature forever.

The tragedy of machismo is that a man is never quite man enough.

Loneliness is never more cruel than when it is felt in close propinquity with someone who has ceased to communicate.

Revolution is the festival of the oppressed.

Man is jealous because of his amour propre; woman is jealous because of her lack of it.

What we ought to see in the agonies of puberty is the result of the conditioning that maims the female personality in creating the feminine.

Every woman knows that, regardless of all her other achievements, she is a failure if she is not beautiful.

Libraries are reservoirs of strength, grace and wit, reminders of order, calm and continuity, lakes of mental energy, neither warm nor cold, light nor dark.

Energy is the power that drives every human being. It is not lost by exertion but maintained by it, for it is a faculty of the psyche.

A library is a place where you can lose your innocence without losing your virginity.

Rosa Hubermann was sitting on the edge of the bed with her husband's accordion tied to her chest. Her fingers hovered above the keys. She did not move. She didn't ever appear to be breathing.

If weakness pervades the body, then it's mind we must strengthen

What surfaced was the surprising power of our cultural heritage.

It was strange even after suffering from fate, a person in love would choose the same fate over his life.

Life is what we make it, always has been, always will be...including our perception. Of it

Someone you haven't met yet is already dreaming of adoring you.

If we are to change our world view, images have to change.

I'd like to do what I see in my head. I always feel like I'm directing with one hand tied behind my back.

You feel yourself working to show something. I've learned to distrust that feeling.

I never get any protests from children. All you get are giggles of mirth and squirms of delight. I know what children like.