I Will Never Give Up.

Comedy Is Tragedy Revisited Or Hostility. It Is Mock Hostility, Of Course, Or It Would Be Ugly; We Would Have A War.

There's Such A Buildup Of Crud In My Oven, There's Only Room To Bake A Single Cupcake.

You Know What Keeps Me Humble? Mirrors!

On The Way To The Delivery Room, I Almost Changed My Mind About Having A Baby. I Wouldn't Have Found It So Hard To Go Ahead With It If I Had Realized That Having A Baby Was The Only Way I Could Ever Become A Grandmother.

I Am Descended From A Very Long Line My Mother Once Foolishly Listened To.