In the way that women forget the pain of childbirth, men forget that they cry in movies.

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

Success comes and goes. Your flops stay with you for life.

Oh, how I regret not having worn a bikini for the entire year I was twenty-six. If anyone young is reading this, go, right this minute, put on a bikini, and don't take it off until you're thirty-four.

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

In the way that women forget the pain of childbirth, men forget that they cry in movies.

If pregnancy were a book, they would cut the last two chapters. The beginning is glorious, especially if you're lucky enough not to have morning sickness and if, like me, you've had small breasts all your life. Suddenly they begin to grow, and you've got them, you've really got them, breasts, darling breasts, and when you walk down the street they bounce, truly they do, they bounce bounce bounce.