The divorce has lasted way longer than the marriage, but finally it's over.

Suddenly, one day, there was this thing called parenting. Parenting was serious. Parenting was fierce. Parenting was solemn. Parenting was a participle, like going and doing and crusading and worrying.

I am continually fascinated at the difficulty intelligent people have in distinguishing what is controversial from what is merely offensive.

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

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

The only way to learn is to keep doing something new, and, if you're lucky, learning with people who really know how to do it.

The odd thing about this form of communication is you're more likely to talk about nothing than something. But I just want to say that all this nothing has meant more to me than so many... somethings. So, thanks.