“Time, which grays hair and wrinkles faces, also withers violent affections, and much more quickly.”

“She complains all the time about her hair turning gray and her butt sagging and her skin wrinkling, but I'm supposed to be grateful for a face full of zits, hair in embarrassing places, and feet that grow an inch a night. Utter crap.”

“These wrinkles are nothingThese gray hairs are nothing,This stomach which sagswith old food, these bruisedand swollen ankles, my darkening brain,they are nothing.I am the same boymy mother used to kiss.”

“There was another silence, of the kind in which gray hairs seem to creep up on you.”

“The more peaceful you are, the more beautiful your face becomes; the more violent you are, the uglier your face becomes!”

“I wanted to learn more of love- that is built not on the shifting sands of violent passion but on the steady rock of deep and abiding affection.”