A woman ought to look up to her husband, if only a half-inch.

One of life's few really reliable pleasures: to have a family you love, and to leave them for a week.

When women feel they have learned to forgive their mothers - and men, their fathers - all it usually means is that they've decided to allow themselves the same kind of behavior.

Women usually love what they buy, yet hate two-thirds of what is in their closets.

The neurotic circles ceaselessly above a fogged-in airport.

The excesses of love soon pass, but its insufficiencies torment us forever.

When hope is hungry, everything feeds it