. . . planning a brilliant menu and preparing it beautifully doesn't guarantee a recipe for success.

If the Nobel Prize was awarded by a woman, it would go to the inventor of the dimmer switch.

Love is like a tide. When it's in, everything looks beautiful and inviting. Only when love recedes can you see the debris beneath the surface - the old bottles, the rusty prams, the sewage pipes, the bloated cats and dogs weighted down to drown. The man I had once loved so passionately I now saw as weak, gutted like a fish.

Age to women is like Kryptonite to Superman.

My sisters and I miss our dad dreadfully. But grief, of course, is the price of love.

Anyone living in Los Angeles who says they don't need a psychiatrist, needs a psychiatrist.

If he wants breakfast in bed, tell him to sleep in the kitchen.