Find out what you like doing best, and get someone to pay you for it.

And what would happen to my illusion that I am a force for order in the home if I wasn't married to the only man north of the Tiber who is even untidier than I am?

It might be marvelous to be a man - then I could stop worrying about what's fair to women and just cheerfully assume I was superior, and that they had all been born to iron my shirts. Better still, I could be an Irish man - then I would have all the privileges of being male without giving up the right to be wayward, temperamental and an appealing minority.

Does anybody who gave up smoking to save a pound a week have a pound at the end of the week? Not on your life.

No nice men are good at getting taxis.

I wouldn't say when you've seen one Western you've seen the lot; but when you've seen the lot you get the feeling you've seen one.

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.