Why Can't People Be Both Flexible And

I Actually Remember Feeling Delight, At Two O'clock In The Morning, When The Baby Woke For His Feed, Because I So Longed To Have Another Look At Him.

Our Desire To Conform Is Greater Than Our Respect For Objective Facts.

Family Life Itself, That Safest, Most Traditional, Most Approved Of Female Choices, Is Not A Sanctuary: It Is, Perpetually, A Dangerous Place.

Men And Women Can Never Be Close. They Can Hardly Speak To One Another In The Same Language. But Are Compelled, Forever, To Try, And Therefore Even In Defeat There Is No Peace.

The Middle Years, Caught Between Children And Parents, Free Of Neither: The Past Stretches Back Too Densely, It Is Too Thickly Populated, The Future Has Not Yet Thinned Out.