Many marriages are simply working partnerships between businessmen and housekeepers.

Vanity, revenge, loneliness, boredom, all apply: lust is one of the least of the reasons for promiscuity.

Women are never landlocked: they're always mere minutes away from the briny deep of tears.

We are all such a waste of our potential, like three-way lamps using one-way bulbs.

The marriage of convenience has this to recommend it: we are better judges of convenience than we are of love.

All women are basically in competition with each other for a handful of eligible men.

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