I give in and light another cigarette even though last night the surgeon general came on the television set and shook his finger at everybody, trying to convince us that smoking will kill us. But Mother once told me tongue kissing would turn me blind and I'm starting to think it's all just a big plot between the surgeon general and Mother to make sure no one ever has any fun.

If singing was a color, it would've been the color of that chocolate.

I wash my hands, wonder how an awful day could turn even worse. It seems like at some point you'd just run out of awful.

Sorry is the fool who ever underestimates my mother.

I'd cry, if only I had the time to do it.

And you call yourself a Christian,' were Hilly's words to me and I thought, God. When did I ever do that?

Wasn't that the point of the book? For women to realize, We are just two people. Not that much separates us. Not nearly as much as I'd thought.