The measuring and mixing always smoothed out her thinking processes - nothing was as calming as creaming butter - and when the kitchen was warm from the oven overheating and the smell of baking chocolate, she took final stock of where she'd been and where she was going. Everything was fine.

It's a good thing he broke up with you because now you're free for when the right man finds you. Your prince is on his way." "Right. I'm sure he was on his way but a truck hit him.

In the bad old days, men kept women from choosing to work. In the bad new days, women keep women from choosing to stay home.

Values aren't buses... They're not supposed to get you anywhere. They're supposed to define who you are.

Where were all the women gamblers? It wasn't as if being a woman wasn't a huge risk all by itself. Twenty-eight percent of female homocide victims were killed by husbands or lovers. Which, come to think of it, was probably why there weren't any women gamblers. Living with men was enough of a gamble.

As far as I'm concerned the last good man went when Elvis died.

Christ, I'm in a Doris Day movie