During my first few weeks in Italy, all my Protestant synapses were zinging in distress, looking for a task. I wanted to take on pleasure like a homework assignment, or a giant science fair project.

Depression on my left, Loneliness on my right. They don't need to show me thier badges. I know these guys very well.

Every healthy marriage is composed of walls and windows. The windows are the aspects of your relationship that are open to the world—that is, the necessary gaps through which you interact with family and friends; the walls are the barriers of trust behind which you guard the most intimatesecrets of your marriage.

Richard didn't even have time to ask if I thought I'd ever amount to anything in this life before I looked him eye to eye and said, 'I already have, mister.

Who will ever kiss this encyclopedia of a head?

For if there is one thing I have learned over the years about men, it is that feelings of powerlessness do not usually bring forth their finest qualities.