Each time a friend dies, the present becomes the past, in an instant.

I called my business manager in California and said, 'Sell all of my stock' - what little of it I had - and it's the only smart financial move I ever made.

The purity of Jewish upbringing - the restrictions that one carries through life being a 'nice Jewish girl' - what a burden.

I'm total, total, total liberal and proud of it.

My life has had meaning, with the friendships full and valuable and essential to me. My children, Steve, Leslie, and Sam, are all different-all first-rate human beings with high standards-whom I completely and unequivocally adore-don't always agree with-but always admire and respect. They all have wit and a sense of humor and, thank God, I have hung on to mine.

Always I'm feeling, 'You're never going to work again.' That's going to happen one day, but I hope I'm not alive.

Isn't hope an incredible, a wonderfully demented thing?