The Only Way To Learn

All That Means Is That It Wasn't Personal To You. But It Was Personal To Me.

We Have A Game We Play When We’re Waiting For Tables In Restaurants, Where You Have To Write The Five Things That Describe Yourself On A Piece Of Paper. When I Was [in My Twenties], I Would Have Put: Ambitious, Wellesley Graduate, Daughter, Democrat, Single. Ten Years Later Not One Of Those Five Things Turned Up On My List. I Was: Journalist, Feminist, New Yorker, Divorced, Funny. Today Not One Of Those Five Things Turns Up In My List: Writer, Director, Mother, Sister, Happy.

The Desire To Get Married, Which - I Regret To Say, I Believe Is Basic And Primal In Women - Is Followed Almost Immediately By An Equally Basic And Primal Urge - Which Is To Be Single Again.

In Fact, Looking Back, It Seems To Me That I Was Clueless Until I Was About 50-years-old.

Well, It Was A Million Tiny Little Things That, When You Added Them All Up, They Meant We Were Supposed To Be Together... And I Knew It. I Knew It The Very First Time I Touched Her. It Was Like Coming Home... Only To No Home I'd Ever Known... I Was Just Taking Her Hand To Help Her Out Of A Car And I Knew. It Was Like... Magic. - Sleepless In Seattle