That competition and the struggle for existence is the mechanism behind this state of perpetual change.
Nothing in the last few years has dazzled me more than Hilary Mantel’s ‘Wolf Hall,’ which blew the top of my head straight off. I’ve read it three times, and I’m still trying to figure out how she put that magnificent thing together.
What we’re all sort of trying to do in our lives is to make the simplest things work out the best.
Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You must fight for it, strive for it, and insist upon it.
When I diagnose my depression now, I think it was partially about saying goodbye to these kids that I always expected to have but already knew that I wouldn’t.
My life acccomplishments? Sanity, and you.
The beauty and variety of the natural world are merely the visible legacies of endless war.
Marriage is not a game for the young.
The great Sufi poet and philosopher Rumi once advised his students to write down the three things they most wanted in life. If any item on the list clashes with any other item, Rumi warned, you are destined for unhappiness.
Marriage is a strange combination of dream and reality, and we spend our lives as couples trying to negotiate that divide.
Depression on my left, Loneliness on my right. They don’t need to show me thier badges. I know these guys very well.
As smoking is to the lungs, so is resentment to the soul; even one puff is bad for you.
To be prosperous and happy in life, Henry, it is simple. Pick one woman, pick it well, and surrender.
David was catnip and kryptonite to me.
When it comes to women, get your life together first. Put on your own oxygen mask first. Figure out who you are. Mature. And then go find somebody to share that life with.
But never again use another person’s body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilling yearnings.
Felipe and I, as we discover to our delight, are a perfectly matched, genetically engineered belly-to-belly success story.
You almost can’t wait too long to get married. The longer you wait, the better off you are going to be. And the happier your kids are going to be, and the happier a mom you are going to be.
The resting place of the mind is the heart.
The Augusteum warns me not to get attached to any obsolete ideas about who I am, what I represent, whom I belong to, or what function I may once have intended to serve.