There's a rule, I think. You get what you want in life, but not your second choice too.

the fashion pages of magazines such as Cosmopolitan now seem to specialize in telling the career girl what to wear to charm the particular wrong type of man who reads Playboy, while the editorial pages tell her how to cope with the resulting psychic damage.

Real literature, like travel, is always a surprise.

Other wars end eventually in victory, defeat or exhaustion, but the war between men and women goes on forever.

Many Americans think of the rest of the world as a kind of Disneyland, a showplace for quaint fauna, flora and artifacts. They dress for travel in cheap, comfortable, childish clothes, as if they were going to the zoo and would not be seen by anyone except the animals.

We all want to be guilty, because guilt is power.

We say something every morning when we decide how to dress.