A terrible thing happened to me last night again—nothing.

Tennis is like marrying for money. Love has nothing to do with it.

On the way to the delivery room, I almost changed my mind about having a baby. I wouldn't have found it so hard to go ahead with it if I had realized that having a baby was the only way I could ever become a grandmother.

Just the other day I said to Fang, "Don't you think we've got a storybook romance?" and he said, "Yes, and every page is ripped.

I'm the only woman who can walk in Central Park at night... and reduce the crime rate.

We have far too many kids. At one time in the playpen there was standing-room only. It looked like a bus stop for midgets. It used to get so damp in there, we'd have a rainbow above it.

When I go to bed at night, I've got so much grease on my body I wear snow chains to hold up my gown.