One advantage of marriage is that, when you fall out of love with him ...

One advantage of marriage is that, when you fall out of love with him or he falls out of love with you, it keeps you together until you fall in again.

I think I'll move to Australia.

Some days are like that. Even in Australia.

Absence makes the heart grow frozen, not fonder.

Love is the same as like except you feel sexier.

Late birds get worms while early birds get tired.

You could never plan your life in a million years.

I could be such a wonderful wife to another wife's husband.

A normal adolescent isn't a normal adolescent if he acts normal.

Brevity may be the soul of wit, but not when someone's saying "I love you.

Recognize joy when it arrives in the plain brown wrappings of everyday life.

I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

many of us are done with adolescence before we are done with adolescent love.

the lives we lead are determined, for better and worse, by our loss experiences.

I didn't get one word published until I was well into my 30s. But I always tried.

Mid-grade readers don't have short attention spans, they just have low boredom tolerance.

I like to take all my feelings and thoughts and put them down in different ways on paper.

Nobody who knows me and loves me dearly would ever call me adaptable or flexible. I'm not.

Suffering makes you deep. Travel makes you broad. In case I get my pick, I'd rather travel.

Losing is the price we pay for living. It is also the source of much of our growth and gain.

No-fault guilt: This is when, instead of trying to figure out who's to blame, everyone pays.

I don't intend to stop showing a little cleavage. Nor do I intend to stop flashing a little thigh.

Living with golden fantasies of an endlessly nurtured infancy can be a neurotic refusal to grow up.

Our early lessons in love and our developmental history shape the expectations we bring into marriage.

If his mother was drowning and I was drowning and he had to choose one of us to save, He says he'd save me.

Our daily existence requires both closeness and distance, the wholeness of self, the wholeness of intimacy.

For we lose not only by death, but also by leaving and being left, by changing and letting go and moving on.

It's very hard when I've seen a couple of people very beloved in my life with terrible degenerative diseases.

Superstition is foolish, childish, primitive and irrational - but how much does it cost you to knock on wood?

Passionate investment leaves us vulnerable to loss. And sometimes, no matter how clever we are, we must lose.

My first published writings were trying to take scientific concepts and make them clear for a general audience.

We cannot love others as others unless we possess suficient self-love, a love we learn from being loved in infancy.

[On writing her first poem at age eight:] An ode to my dead mother and father, who were both alive and pretty pissed off.

Our mother gives us our earliest lessons in love- and its partner, hate. Our father-our "second other"-elaborates on them.

Sun lighting a child's hair. A friend's embrace. Slow dancing in a safe and quiet place. The pleasures of an ordinary life.

Because we believe ourselves to be better parents than our parents, we expect to produce better children than they produced.

When he is late for dinner and I know he must be either having an affair or lying dead in the street, I always hope he's dead.

Strength is the capacity to break a chocolate bar into four pieces with your bare hands - and then eat just one of the pieces.

You end up as you deserve. In old age you must put up with the face, the friends, the health, and the children you have earned.

For some it takes a lifetime to find true love, But for the lucky ones a lifetime is merely enough to share the love they've found.

Adolescence involves our nutty-desperate-ecstatic-rash psychological efforts to come to terms with new bodies and outrageous urges.

I wrote 'And Two Boys Booed' several years ago, but we really chased around looking for the perfect illustrator, so it took a while.

Love is much nicer to be in than an automobile accident, a tight girdle, a higher tax bracket or a holding pattern over Philadelphia.

Probably above all other things, I am interested as a writer in making a connection, interested in the parts of all of us that connect.

Being in love is better than being in jail, a dentist's chair, or a holding pattern over Philadelphia, but not if he doesn't love you back.

The years that remain are clearly limited. When you're 80, you attend a lot more funerals. A lot more people are having a hard time and are ill.

we love as soon as we learn to distinguish a separate 'you' and 'me.' Love is our attempt to assuage the terror and isolation of that separateness.

What kind of grandmother am I? I'm a 'three-dessert' grandmother. I'm a 'let's just skip the bath tonight, honey, watch another video' grandmother.

Telling a lie is called wrong. Telling the truth is called right. Except when telling the truth is called bad manners and telling a lie is called polite.

My Girl Scout leader. She told me if I listened more and talked less, I could grow up to be a good writer. I thought that was interesting advice at age 12.

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