I had been introduced to psychotherapy, in which the doctors let you talk, talk, talk, until you find the source of your problem or find another doctor.

Nothing strengthens a woman's determination to be in love quite so much as being told that she cannot.

A romantic, I think, picks the rose and is careless with the thorn.

I have a role now that I think becomes me. I am a grandmother.

I never understood the theory, once popular among doctors, that blamed mental disorders on too little or too much mother love. My own mother was my darling.

In later years, during what might be called my gray-outs — when I was conscious but not myself — I craved foods that were almost always fattening.

that strange conflict in the American character: we pride ourselves on being the melting pot of the world but we insist on regarding most immigrants with suspicion.