What remains is solitude.

Judging by the vast amount of cookbooks printed and sold in the United States one would think the American woman a fanatical cook. She isn't.

Where have all the flowers gone

Without tenderness, a man is uninteresting.

On Becoming a 'Lady': What every mother wants her daughter to be.

Do let him read the papers. But not while you accusingly tiptoe around the room, or perch much like a silent bird of prey on the edge of your most uncomfortable chair. (He will read them anyway, and he should read them, so let him choose his own good time.) Don't make a big exit. Just go. But kiss him quickly, before you go, otherwise he might think you are angry; he is used to suspecting he is doing something wrong.

When you prostitute yourself, you have to get paid for it.