Women become breadwinners, men become caregivers. That's the birth of intimate marriage.

You have two things happening: You have the cultural and economic reality of men falling apart and traditional masculinity falling apart.

The wilderness within us is actually the best part of us.

Men who define themselves as breadwinners are going to have to leave the traditional iconography of masculinity behind if they want to be breadwinners.

When you look at the biggest study of the American dream, the number-one correlate for upward mobility is having two parents in a home. It doesn't matter if they're male or female.

Toronto may be the only city where novels are integral to high art, the alternative scene and mainstream culture all at the same time.

Whenever I read a book about a marriage, I always feel I'm being lied to.

Marriage is an an inherently contradictory state. It involves the fusion of two people into one thing. And it's also love, and it's a lot of work, and it's got glory in its drudgery.

I'd never call myself a feminist, and that the world doesn't need male feminists.

Marriage is not one point of view: it's a constant back and forth over different perspectives - a healthy marriage, anyway.

Almost all the voices in history have been men, but on this one question of gender, men don't talk about it. This has nothing to do with women; it has to do with men.

The question to ask is what will satisfy you? What will bring you peace? And perhaps the answer to those is in asking yourself when you were last happy.

Don't worry about your originality. You couldn't get rid of it even if you wanted to. It will stick with you and show up for better or worse in spite of all you or anyone else can do.

Don’t tell me how educated you are, tell me how much you traveled.

A funny thing happens in real estate. When it comes back, it comes back up like gangbusters.

I'd wipe the machines off the face of the earth again, and end the industrial epoch absolutely, like a black mistake.

Any time I get to go home is a joyous occasion.

The woman from the depths of her rags, a waif, a martyr — smiled. She must have a divine heart to be so tired and yet smile.

The God of this world is riches, pleasure and pride.

God is always working through you; the important thing is to become conscious and co-operate.

When we truly discover love, capitalism will not be possible and Marxism will not be necessary.