Fantasies Are More Than Substitutes For Unpleasant

Every House We Have Lived In, Every Building To Which Our Hands Have Lent Their Work, Belongs To Us By Virtue Of Love Or Of Regret.

In The Face Of Evil, Detachment Is A Dubious Virtue.

Children Hold Us Hostage; They Represent Our Commitment To The Future.

Autobiography Is A Preemptive Strike Against Biographers.

Kindness And Intelligence Don't Always Deliver Us From The Pitfalls And Traps: There Are Always Failures Of Love, Of Will, Of Imagination. There Is No Way To Take The Danger Out Of Human Relationships.