That's Another Thing About Being

We All Look Good For Our Age. Except For Our Necks.

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.

Insane People Are Always Sure They're Just Fine. It's Only The Sane People Who Are Willing To Admit They're Crazy.

Working As A Journalist Is Exactly Like Being A Wallflower At An Orgy.

I Am Not A New Journalist, Whatever That Is. I Just Sit Here At The Typewriter And Bang Away At The Old Forms.