It is horrid to smirk.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that as soon as one part of your life starts looking up, another falls to pieces.

Women today are bombarded with so many messages, like we should have Naomi Campbell's body and Madeleine Albright's career.

The whole point of diaries is that other people find them and read what you've put. I did once take to writing my inner thoughts on the computer at the end of other things I was writing and ended up faxing four pages of hideous stuff to my accountant so I don't do that now.

I made my excuses and left, thinking, really, after a certain age, people are just going to do what they're going to do and you're either going to accept them as they are or you're not.

Oh God, what's wrong with me? Why does nothing ever work out?

Nobody wants to be racist and I think that most people aren't.