Like many other women, I could not understand why every man who changed a diaper has felt impelled, in recent years, to write a book about it.

Personally, I have nothing against work, particularly when performed, quietly and unobtrusively, by someone else. I just don't happen to think it's an appropriate subject for an 'ethic.'

There's more pressure on women to be chirpy and perky.

But our culture is in truly bad shape if we have come to define respecting something as the failure to set it on fire.

Ineluctably, the insults inflicted in one war call forth new wars of retaliation, which may be waged within months of the original conflict or generations later.

Money does not bring happiness' - only the wherewithal, perhaps, to endure its absence.

Well, the first thing that clued me in to the fact that there was something really scary about breast cancer, way beyond the thought of dying, was coming across an ad in the newspaper for pink breast cancer teddy bears. I am not that afraid of dying, but I am terrified of dying with a pink teddy bear under my arm.