The empty nest is underrated.

I have no desire to be dominated. Honestly I don't. And yet I find myself becoming angry when I'm not.

Food became, for dinner parties in the sixties, what abstract expressionism had been in the fifties.

The empty nest is underrated.

I'm very much a believer in knowing what it is that you love doing so you can do a great deal of it.

I am still amazed at the amount of Christian charity [Wellesley] stuck us all with, a kind of glazed politeness in the face of boredom and stupidity. Tolerance, in the worst sense of the word. How marvelous it would have been to go to a women's college that encouraged impoliteness, that rewarded aggression, that encouraged argument.

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