I have always felt cookbooks were fiction and the most beautiful words in the English language were 'room service.

I never go to a college reunion that I don't come away feeling sorry for all those paunchy, balding jocks trying to hang onto youth. I feel sorry for the men, too.

Friends are "annuals" that need seasonal nurturing to bear blossoms. Family is a "perennial" that comes up year after year, enduring the droughts of absence and neglect. There's a place in the garden for both of them.

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

Cleaning the house while the children are home is like shoveling while it's still snowing.

One certainty when you travel is the moment you arrive in a foreign country, the American dollar will fall like a stone.

Laugh now, cry later.