I love rhymes; I love to write a poem about New York and rhyme 'oysters' with 'The Cloisters.' And 'The lady from Knoxville who bought her brassieres by the boxful.' I just feel a sort of small triumph.

A man can't eat anger for breakfast and sleep with it at night and not suffer damage to his soul.

You get old and you realize there are no answers, just stories.

Welcome to Lake Wobegon, where all the women are strong, all the men are good-looking, and all the children are above average.

You can go your whole life and not need math or physics for a minute, but the ability to tell a joke is always handy.

I'm not busy... a woman with three children under the age of 10 wouldn't think my schedule looked so busy.

I felt bad for that world that we have given a generation of kids.