When the going gets tough, the prospect of delegating half your responsibilities to a willing volunteer, either to play a supporting role or take over the breadwinning, certainly holds allure.

Joy acts like a trampoline, everything that touches it bouncing right back off it.

Life is rife with frustrations, jealousies and, on occasion, an overwhelming sense of its injustices, but it's a big mistake to let such negative sentiments rule our lives and dictate choices.

Every friendship goes through ups and downs. Dysfunctional patterns set in, external situations cause internal friction, you grow apart and then bounce back together.

In romance we feel the need to zoom in and expound on our partner's foibles in intimate detail; in friendship we tend to do the opposite, avoiding confrontation through fear, lethargy or both.

I was told that when you hit forty men stop looking at you. It's true, until you slip on a mini-skirt.

I wasn't allowed to be clever when I was young and blonde, but now I am 50 and an old blonde, I am allowed to have gravitas. With wrinkles comes wisdom.

Like cars, every relationship requires a bit of an occasional service, and fine-tuning should be compulsory.

For most of us, when our 'dreams' - I use the word with reservations - came true, and marriage and motherhood became a reality, the romcoms, like horoscopes, swiftly lost their allure.

Since so many romantic comedies vary little in their storyline, the success or failure of such movies depends largely on whether we believe in the relationship of the protagonists.

Having a baby is a disaster for your career. I don't think there's any sympathy.

Am I weird?""Yeah. But so what? Everybody's weird.

Any time gone by was better.

Books, which we mistake for consolation, only add depth to our sorrow.

Pain plants the flag of truth within a rebel fortress.

Many of our racetracks were built in the '60s - not much real estate for runoff.

Language should be pure, noble and graceful, as the body should be so: for both are vestures of the Soul.

I have no clue. I have ovaries; therefore, I repel all things mechanical.

Giggle potential is everywhere; we just need to slow down long enough to see it.

I feel self-doubt whether I'm doing something hard or easy.

Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn'd.