I just wish, when neither of us has written to my husband's mother, I didn't feel so much worse about it than he does.

There are some circles in America where it seems to be more socially acceptable to carry a hand-gun than a packet of cigarettes.

There's comfort to an awful old dressing-gown a pretty peignoir is powerless to provide, and aging bra elastic, is, I suspect, as near to liberation as most women ever get.

Spring makes everything look filthy.

It would be nice to think that a censor could allow a genuine work of artistic seriousness and ban a titillating piece of sadism, but it would take a miracle to make such a distinction stick.

Being young is not having any money; being young is not minding not having any money.

It is a pity that so often the only way to treat girls like people seems to be to treat them like boys.