some bosses are so greedy (for themselves only) they forget underlings are not thirteenth-century peasants who can be satisfied with a glass of mead and three festivals a year.

Trying to describe a good marriage is like trying to describe your adrenal glands. You know they're in there functioning but you don't really understand how they work.

If I had to choose between sex and food, I would choose food, but I'd choose sex over nearly everything else.

The faster you get back to people, the less brilliant you have to be.

You know you can't hope yourself a better life - you must take yourself there.

Love doesn't drop on you unexpectedly; you have to give off signals, sort of like an amateur radio operator.

I guess I'm a survivor. There are many of us survivors and any successful woman of my age has somewhat of that in her.