One of the darkest, deepest shames so many of us mothers feel nowadays is our fear that we are Bad Mothers, that we are failing our children and falling far short of our own ideals.

If you focus all of your emotional passion on your children and you neglect the relationship that brought that family into existence... eventually, things can go really, really wrong.

Courage is impulsive; it is narcissism tempered with nihilism.

If a good mother is one who loves her child more than anyone else in the world, I am not a good mother. I am in fact a bad mother. I love my husband more than I love my children.

Roaring like a tiger turns some children into pianists who debut at Carnegie Hall but only crushes others. Coddling gives some the excuse to fail and others the chance to succeed.

You can take the babushka off the Jewish mother and dress her up in a pair of Seven jeans and Marc Jacobs sling-backs, but she's still going to expect a passel of grandkids.

In a perfect world I think we would microdose with LSD instead of giving teenagers Adderall. But I'd like to see it studied first.

For a couple of months there I was shrieking like a banshee.

Why is it that loving something provides such little protection from betrayal?

Let's all commit ourselves to the basic civility of minding our own business. Failing that, let's go back to a time when we were nasty and judgmental, but only behind one another's backs.

By the time the children go to bed, I am as drained as any mother who has spent her day working, car pooling, building Lego castles and shopping for the precisely correct soccer cleat.

You could say I’m so manly I don’t even allow manly stereotypes to influence my actions

See, people with power understand exactly one thing: violence.

People don't realize that I'm really funny and I'm an excellent bridge player.

There is no space without aether, and no aether which does not occupy space.

My grandfather said, "When you become senile, you won't know it."

Love would never b a promise of a rose garden unless it is showered with a light of faith, water of sincerity, and an art of passion.

The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.

I have an assistant in Vancouver to help me with my life.

I want to live, I want to give, I've been a miner for a heart of gold.

There are times, where I am sad for the public. I am sad, because they do not get to know the brilliance that is Sebastian Janikowski.