Never give up on anyone. And that includes not giving up on yourself.
Being divorced is like being hit by a Mack truck. If you live through it, you start looking very carefully to the right and to the left.
The real menace in dealing with a five-year-old is that in no time at all you begin to sound like a five-year-old.
If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs, it's just possible you haven't grasped the situation.
I'm tired of all this nonsense about beauty being skin deep. That's deep enough. What do you want, an adorable pancreas?
I know all about improvisation and the free-form that mirrors the chaos of our time, but I do like to feel that the playwright has done some work before I got there.
The average, healthy, well-adjusted adult gets up at seven-thirty in the morning feeling just plain terrible.
Humour's the pay-off for all that existential horror.
Chance often gives us that which we should not have presumed to ask.
I want someone to laugh with me, someone to be grave with me, someone to please me and help my discrimination with his or her own remark, and at times, no doubt, to admire my acuteness and penetration.
I had a pleasant time with my mind, for it was happy.