The mere process of growing old together will make the slightest acquaintance seem a bosom friend.
Twelve years ago, if someone attacked me, I wouldn't let them get away with it. I'd take them on. I now perceive my job to include allowing people to vent their rage.
I'm not the type to get ulcers. I give them.
Have you ever lived in the suburbs? It's sterile. It's nothing. It's wasting your life.
Stereotypes lose their power when the world is found to be more complex than the stereotype would suggest. When we learn that individuals do not fit the group stereotype, then it begins to fall apart.
I have a social life. But I don't discuss it.
