There's nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child.

When they told me I needed a mastectomy, I thought of the thousands of luncheons and dinners I had attended where they slapped a name tag on my left bosom. I always smiled and said, 'Now, what shall we name the other one?' That would no longer be a problem.

I'm on a diet as my skin doesn't fit me anymore.

It seemed rather incongruous that in a society of super sophisticated communication, we often suffer from a shortage of listeners.

Just think of all those women on the Titanic who said, 'No thank you' to desert that night. And for what?!

No one ever died from sleeping in an unmade bed. I have known mothers who remake the bed after their children do it because there is wrinkle in the spread or the blanket is on crooked. This is sick.

A child develops individuality long before he develops taste.