Facts Mean Nothing To Wounded Feelings.

There Is Something Worse Than Dying, And That Is Humiliation - At Least So It Seemed To Me.

Food Is My Drug Of Choice.

Great Unhappiness Is Incompatible With The Belief That It Will Ever End.

Sometimes I Think That Just Not Thinking Of Oneself Is A Form Of Prayer. . .

Every Generation Reinvents The Wheel - And In The Process It Often Adds To Rather Than Subtracts From A Woman's Burdens.