Insanity Is A Lack Of Proportion.

Food Is My Drug Of Choice.

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

It's Perfectly Possible To Hate One's Fat And To Love One's Body At The Same Time.

It's The Perpetually Unfinished Quality Of Housework That Makes It Oppressive - It Never Ends, Like Bad Psychoanalysis, Or A Dream Interrupted. It Is Paradoxically True That It Is Exactly This Daily Re-creation Of The World That Lends Housekeeping Its Nobility And Romance.

My Mother Was My First Jealous Lover.