Don't be silly. I'm a mature, intelligent woman. Of course I'm afraid of my mother.

Marrying a man is like buying something you've been admiring for a long time in a shop window. You may love it when you get it home, but it doesn't always go with everything else in the house.

Confronted by an absolutely infuriating review, it is sometimes helpful for the victim to do a little personal research on the critic. Is there any truth to the rumor that he had no formal education beyond the age of eleven? In any event, is he able to construct a simple English sentence? Do his participles dangle? When moved to lyricism, does he write "I had a fun time"? Was he ever arrested for burglary? I don't know that you will prove anything this way, but it is perfectly harmless and quite soothing.

There is this to be said about having money. You get rejected by a higher class of people.

The average, healthy, well-adjusted adult gets up at seven-thirty in the morning feeling just plain terrible.

To me having a party is something like having a baby. The fact that you got through the last one alive is not somehow sufficiently reassuring now.

When the grandmothers of today hear the word 'Chippendales,' they don't necessarily think of chairs.