I have a professional acquaintance whose recent eyelid job has left her with a permanent expression of such poleaxed astonishment that she looks at all times as if she had just read one of my books.

Gradually my whole concept of time changed until I thought of a month as having twenty-five days of humanness and five others when I might just as well have been an animal in a steel trap.

The proliferation of support groups suggests to me that too many Americans are growing up in homes that do not contain a grandmoth.

Men are not very good at loving, but they are experts at admiring and respecting; the woman who goes after their admiration and respect will often come out better than she who goes out after their love.

Southerners are so devoted to genealogy that we see a family tree under every bush.

Familiarity breeds democracry.

If whisky or salt won't cure it, then to hell with it. I worry about important things.