I'm not saying that there's anything better than mated bliss at its best but I'm saying that living alone is as good in its own way. But we haven't quite given ourselves permission to recognize that.

In an age when the fashion is to be in love with yourself confessing to be in love with somebody else is an admission of unfaithfulness to one's beloved.

It seems that when you get to a certain age you almost give yourself permission to misbehave and say what you think. People allow it with very old people.