The Last Four Years Of Psychoanalysis Are

When You Slip On A Banana Peel, People Laugh At You. But When You Tell People You Slipped On A Banana Peel, It's Your Laugh.

I Married Him Against All Evidence. I Married Him Believing That Marriage Doesn't Work, That Love Dies, That Passion Fades, And In So Doing I Became The Kind Of Romantic Only A Cynic Is Truly Capable Of Being.

I Don't Want To Be Someone That You're Settling For. I Don't Want To Be Someone That Anyone Settles For. Marriage Is Hard Enough Without Bringing Such Low Expectations Into It, Isn't It?

It Had Better Be Quirky Or Perverse Or Thoughtful Enough So That You Hit Some Chord In Them. I Mean We've All Read Pieces Where We Thought, 'oh, Who Gives A Damn.'

That's Another Thing About Being A Certain Age That I've Noticed: I Try As Much As Possible Not To Look In The Mirror.