One of the advantages of being an only child is that you have no trouble amusing yourself.
Obstacles cannot crush me; every obstacle yields to stern resolve.[Leonardo da Vinci]
Nothing and nobody could aggravate you the way your child could aggravate you.
None of us ever know all the possible courses our lives could have, and maybe should have, taken. It’s probably just as well. Some secrets are meant to stay secret forever.
Nobody felt embarrassed in front of nice geeky people. That’s why they were relaxing to be around.
No one warned you that having children reduced you right down to some smaller, rudimentary, primitive version of yourself, where your talents and your education and your achievements meant nothing.
Maybe it wasn’t that hard to be happy.
Marriage was a form of insanity; love hovering permanently on the edge of aggravation.
Love is a decision? That’s right. A decision. Not a feeling. That’s what you young people don’t realise. That’s why you’re always off divorcing each other.
Little kids, little problems. Wait till you’ve got drugs and sex and social media to worry about.
Life was all about consequences.
Just because a marriage ended didn’t mean that it hadn’t been happy at times.