Suddenly, One Day, There Was

We Have Lived Through The Era When Happiness Was A Warm Puppy, And The Era When Happiness Was A Dry Martini, And Now We Have Come To The Era When Happiness Is 'knowing What Your Uterus Looks Like'.

I Think You Often Have That Sense When You Write--that If You Can Spot Something In Yourself And Set It Down On Paper, You're Free Of It. And You're Not, Of Course; You've Just Managed To Set It Down On Paper, That's All.

Having Been Married So Many Times, I Know That One Of The Few Things I Am An Expert In Is Falling In Love.

…the Amount Of Maintenance Involving Hair Is Genuinely Overwhelming. Sometimes I Think That Not Having To Worry About Your Hair Anymore Is The Secret Upside Of Death.

I Have A Theory That Children Remember Two Things-when You Weren't There And When They Threw Up.