Normal Is Absolutely My Least Favorite Word.

The Sign Of A Good Marriage Is That Everything Is Debatable And Challenged; Nothing Is Turned Into Law Or Policy. The Rules, If Any, Are Known Only To The Two Players, Who Seek No Public Trophies.

Whether Deliberately, Unconsciously Or Accidentally, She Seems To Have Composed Her Own Life So That Its Fitful, Rudderless, And Self-doubting First Half Was Alchemized Into Gold When The Austere Bluestocking Became The Fallen Woman.

Upon Becoming Fifty The One Thing You Can't Afford Is Habit.

One Hires Lawyers As On Hires Plumbers, Because One Wants To Keep One's Hands Off The Beastly Drains.

Quoting, Like Smoking, Is A Dirty Habit To Which I Am Devoted.