In a relationship, when does the art of compromise become compromising?

I have a lot of responsibilities outside myself. I have a large family. I want to know I can always be helpful.

And if you are a parent, introduce your children to their neighborhood library. It will give them a real sense of independence to have their own library card and enjoy borrowing books.

It's like the riddle of the Sphinx... why are there so many great unmarried women, and no great unmarried men?

I think women should have what they determine to be a staple in their closet, because who's to say that my staple is someone else's staple? I'm this tall, and I live in this city, and I have to walk the kids to school, and I don't tend to drive as much - my life requirements are radically different than yours or hers or his. Staples are: What do you need? And then, what do you want? "Need" comes first, typically; "want" gets taken care of occasionally.

I find it so ironic that all you do, for the earliest part of your life, is try to be like everybody else. And then you turn 30, and you realize all you want to do is distinguish yourself in some way.

If you're a nice person and you work hard, you get to go shopping at Barneys. It's the decadent reward.