When I married Miles, we were both a couple of maladjusted misfits. We are still maladjusted misfits, and we have loved every minute of it.
When a man and a woman see each other and like each other, they ought to come together, wham, like a couple of taxis on Broadway.
We’ve become a race of Peeping Toms. What people ought to do is get outside their own house and look in for a change.
Once it was, “See somebody, get excited, get married.” Now it’s, “Read a lot of books, fence with a lot of four-syllable words, psychoanalyze each other until you can’t tell the difference between a petting party and a civil service exam.”