Insane people are always sure they're just fine. It's only the sane people who are willing to admit they're crazy.

I have a theory that children remember two things-when you weren't there and when they threw up.

I don't think any day is worth living without thinking about what you're going to eat next at all times.

I know that I am essentially a sort of fun-loving person who really just wants to sit around and eat pies.

Every so often I would look at my women friends who were happily married and didn't cook, and I would always find myself wondering how they did it. Would anyone love me if I couldn't cook? I always thought cooking was part of the package: Step right up, it's Rachel Samstat, she's bright, she's funny and she can cook!

You can't call yourself a feminist if you don't believe in the right to abortion.

It's always hard to remember love - years pass and you say to yourself, was I really in love or was I just kidding myself? Was I really in love or was I just pretending he was the man of my dreams? Was I really in love or was I just desperate?