Why are we, the most medicalized of societies, a culture in pain?

Motherhood is like Albania- you can't trust the descriptions in the books, you have to go there.

Housework hassles go on, are never resolved, and will probably extend into the afterlife ('Why am I the one who takes the clouds to the dry cleaners?').

This is a truism of child-raising, of course - whatever you give special time and attention to cooking, your children will despise and reject, with annoying gagging sounds.

I could still remember how having a two day old baby makes you feel faintly sorry for everyone else, stuck in their wan unmiraculous lives.

Well, delusions are a wonderful thing, and they keep you company, too.

Hasn't anyone thought to look at outcomes as a logical way to figure out what really works? Not until recently. That tells you how far out of the picture the patient has been.

At a certain point, the soul exits from a cherished photograph, because we have come to the end of our loving projection into that moment.

The first axiom of the family vacation is that someone, possibly everyone, will get sick.

Like an animal, cancer sleeps, prowls, hibernates, turns surly or placid.

Home alone with a wakeful newborn, I could shower so quickly that the mirror didn't fog and the backs of my knees stayed dry. The one-minute hair conditioner was too slow for me.

What's the point of being a grown-up if you don't get to be immature?

When we are stuck in a rut we are being invited to grow and expand.

You’re only as happy as your least happy child, ’ is the best description of motherhood I have ever read.

"Legacy code" often differs from its suggested alternative by actually working and scaling.

I think that is a very important component, to have passion, to have a dream, to have a purpose in life.

Poets play with words to keep themselves sane

When I was 12, I had a coach tell me I would never be a championship pitcher. That devastated me. I was crushed.

I hope I am the Tim Tebow of the Iowa caucuses.

If a man cannot make his point to keen boys in ten minutes, he ought to be shot!

Don't listen to me. I'm a maniac, but the voice in your head, ask it "Is it right to kill 200 million animals simply for fun?". What did it say? Right. There you go.