I had to say it gave me a warm feeling to picture Meredith Winslow spending twenty years or so in an ill fitting orange jumpsuit, cozying up to a great big girl named Beulah

Men were good for one thing only. Killing spiders. Other than that, I was on my own. It was sad though. Where was the chivalry of yesteryear?

He'd once explained that when he was a boy his very proper parents had forbidden him and his brothers to curse in the house so 'feather buckets' was the young boys coded way of saying 'f*ck it

So how's the putrid pile of caca doing?

You did not come this far, just to come this far.

Clarity in my cup. Transparency of my soul. Lucidity of myself. Elixir of the ages. Tea makes us all sages.

There is magic just outside our memory.

It is less mortifying to believe one's self unpopular than insignificant, and vanity prefers to assume that indifference is a latent form of unfriendliness.

Whatever was written in the media was beyond me. The only thing I could control was getting fit.

The biggest thing I've learned is to smash my own spiders and get on with my day. There will be another!

To get people to compromise, you have to give them stuff.

I've always seen my work as trying to make the connection with men who no one really spends time with.

One of the attributes of love . . . is to bring harmony and order out of chaos.

It is true that as you have children, there are a good many months when you don't want to be working full-time. I agree that that's an issue.