The one thing I would like to get across about my whole feeling regarding high school is how I was when I was fifteen. Gawky. Always a hem hanging down, or strap loose, or a pimple on my chin. I never knew what to do with my hair. I was a mess. And I still carry that fifteen-year-old girl around now. A piece of me still believes I'm the girl nobody dances with.

Parenting meant that whether or not your children understood you, your obligation was to understand them.

Everybody dies. There's nothing you can do about it. Whether you eat six almonds a day. Whether or not you believe in God.

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?

If your husband is cheating on you with a carhop, get Meryl Streep to play you. You'll feel much better.

The last four years of psychoanalysis are a waste of money.

In my sex fantasy, nobody ever loves me for my mind.