Too often in my life, love has been defined as "humiliation with occasional roses".

Marriage is like a well-built porch. If one of the two posts leans too much, the porch collapses. So each must be strong enough to stand on its own.

You've got to have someone who loves your body. Who doesn't define you, but sees you. Who loves what he sees. Who you don't have to struggle to be good enough for.

So I put up with bad behavior in the name of loving the way I thought you were supposed to love.

If you look up "charming" in the dictionary, you'll see that it not only has references to strong attraction, but to spells and magic. Then again, what are liars if not great magicians?

When what you want is a relationship, and not a person, get a dog.

Sometimes good choices are really bad ones, wrapped up in so much fear you can't even see straight.

Rejection, though--it could make the loss of someone you weren't even that crazy about feel gut wrenching and world ending.

It's shocking the things we call love.

People are secretive when they have secrets.

It took me years to figure out that upset was upset, and tumultuousness was not the same thing as passion. Love isn't drama.

We are ever brutal to those who love and serve us in silence, but the time may come when, for our cruelty, we shall be deserted by these best friends of ours.

My dad told me that God allows people to make their own choices and doesn’t override their free will. That is why bad things happen. People don’t do the things they should.

Through surrender the aspirant's ego is effaced, and . . . grace . . . pours down upon him like a torrential rain.

I think all of us as women have this super-human quality. We create life, we give life, we are the sources of life for our children - we're all pretty bionic.

It is not children only that one feeds with fairy tales.

Children have a great urge to learn about dinosaurs.

We can no longer allow multi-nationalists to parade as agents of progress and democracy in the newspapers, even as they subvert it at the workplace.

in general, I feel most comfortable between known quantities.

Maybe each human being lives in a unique world, a private world, a world different from those inhabited and experienced by all other humans.

Just the other day I said to Fang, "Don't you think we've got a storybook romance?" and he said, "Yes, and every page is ripped.