I can still hear my mother wailing over some new kitchen crisis, "Oh God," and my father answering cozily from the silo,… — Peter De Vries Copy Share Image
When I see a paragraph shrinking under my eyes like a strip of bacon in a skillet, I know I'm on the… — Peter De Vries Copy Share Image
Sex in marriage is like medicine. Three times a day for the first week. Then once a day for another week. Then… — Peter De Vries Copy Share Image
You can make a sordid thing sound like a brilliant drawing-room comedy. Probably a fear we have of facing up to the… — Peter De Vries Brilliant Copy Share Image
The difficulty with marriage is that we fall in love with a personality, but must live with a character. — Peter De Vries Character Copy Share Image
We are nothing but a string of gut on a stick of bone riding this piece of astral soot for one piteous… — Peter De Vries Copy Share Image
Before the mind snaps, or the heart breaks, it gather itself like a clock about to strike. It might even be said… — Peter De Vries Copy Share Image
We turned on one another deep, drowned gazes, and exchanged a kiss that reduced my bones to rubber and my brain to… — Peter De Vries Copy Share Image
