Never joke with the press. Irony does not translate into newsprint.

O what is it about having one's own Babe upon one's Hip that makes a Woman wish to go home to her Mother? A Desire to say: 'Look, the Circle is compleat'? A Desire to say: 'Look, I have cross'd the Divide and now am more like you'? A Desire to say: 'Look, this Babe I offer you is my most precious Gift'?

And what if I don't want forgiveness?

Surviving means being born over and over.

Is there a phrase in the English language more fraught with menace than a tax audit?

People in the land of LaLa look like expensive wax fruit. And they work hard to achieve that look.

certain very old people reach an age where every funeral becomes some sort of insane confirmation of strength, rather than of vulnerability, as it is when we are in our thirties or forties and our friends die.