There are easier ways to be creative than to be procreative.

You know a culture has started to rot, when corporations are people and unborn babies are not.

Sometimes the aftermath is not worth the foreplay.

Babies are nature's way of ensuring that men and women will always have something in common.

I can speak of our baby like this to no one else. Who but his father would linger over the exact width of his gummy little smile or the blueness of his eyes, or the sweetness of his little lick of tawny hair on his forehead?

Children weren't meant to raise themselves.