Family quarrels have a total bitterness unmatched by others. Yet it sometimes happens that they also have a kind of tang, a pleasantness beneath the unpleasantness, based on the tacit understanding that this is not for keeps; that any limb you climb out on will still be there later for you to climb back.

It's innocence when it charms us, ignorance when it doesn't.

Love is often gentle, desire always a rage.

It’s easy enough to get along with a loved and loving child—at least till you try to get him to do something.

Love unlocks doors and opens windows that weren't even there before.

Desire creates havoc when it is the only thing between two people, or when it is what's missing.

No one can understand love who has not experienced infatuation. And no one can understand infatuation, no matter how many times he has experienced it.

If you made a list of reasons why any couple got married, and another list of the reasons for their divorce, you'd have a hell of a lot of overlapping.

Likely as not, the child you can do the least with will do the most to make you proud.