My dad is funny in his own way, and so is my brother, but in terms of legitimately making a lot of people laugh, that's my mom. I inherit my sense of comedy from her.

I'm not overweight. I flucuate between chubby and curvy.

I want a schedule-keeping, waking-up-early, wallet-carrying, picture-hanging man. I don't care if he takes prescription drugs for cholesterol or hair loss.

There is no sunrise so beautiful that it is worth waking me up to see it.

I have a thick skin, which comes from being a not-really-skinny, dark-skinned Indian woman. I haven’t fit in every place, and so I’m kind of used to resistance.

I, like most women, I dress for other women, I think. If I was going to dress for men, I think in general I would be just wearing, like, a fitted black T-shirt and tight jeans every day.

If you are going to ask your crush for their phone number, you are one of the small group of women I am so jealous of.

Running is a quick trigger for a good mood. The great thing about endorphins, you don't have to be in great shape to get them.

Sometimes you just have to put on lip gloss and pretend to be psyched.

There's the psychotic ambitious side of myself that wants a fashion line and my own network and be like a combination of Oprah and Gwen Stefani. And have a perfume. Definitely a perfume.

Right now, I'm hankering for new adventures... Ninety percent of the time I'm having romantic-comedy fantasies in which I'm wearing little pencil skirts and hurrying down to the subway.

A woman's sense of self and power should come not from the number of heads she can turn, but rather from the minds and hearts she can turn.

Enemies may unite to eliminate a common threat, but never without a wary eye fixed on their ally.

a mother who loses her child can no longer believe in God

The most striking thing about Graham's discussion of how to allocate your assets between stocks and bonds is that he never mentions the word "age".

I had an agenda. It was a very smooth transition.

The broken door lets in the light. The broken heart lets in the world.

One of the great tragedies of life is that men seldom bridge the gulf between practice and profession, between doing and saying.

Outrageous fiscal mendacity is neither historically normal nor bipartisan. It’s a modern Republican thing.

For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind?