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

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.

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 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.

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.

Too much work, I guess, to figure out each person as a whole instead of parts of this and parts of that.

I want you all to line up in alphabetical order according to your size.

I love to sing and perform. It is what I do and love. It completes my life.

We have committed the Golden Rule to memory; let us now commit it to life.

A courteous, yet harrowing Grace, As Guest, that would be gone

but they were frightened at his survivant will, once a will to live, now become a will to die.

Scientists say they have developed a car that can run on water. The only catch is, the water has to come from the Gulf of Mexico.

I don't prefer much of film over stage... The only thing I prefer is the paycheck.

"In the woods we return to reason and faith. There I feel that nothing can befall me in life~~no disgrace, no calamity (leaving me my eyes), which nature cannot repair."

Remember that your natural state is joy.