I Don't Think Any Day Is Worth

We Weren't Meant To Have Futures, We Were Meant To Marry Them. We Weren't Meant To Have Politics, Or Careers That Mattered, Or Opinions, Or Lives; We Were Meant To Marry Them. If You Wanted To Be An Architect, You Married An Architect.

If Your Husband Is Cheating On You With A Carhop, Get Meryl Streep To Play You. You'll Feel Much Better.

Everybody Dies. There’s Nothing You Can Do About It. Whether Or Not You Eat Six Almonds A Day. Whether Or Not You Believe In God. (although There’s No Question A Belief In God Would Come In Handy. It Would Be Great To Think There’s A Plan, And That Everything Happens For A Reason. I Don’t Happen To Believe That. And Every Time One Of My Friends Says To Me, “everything Happens For A Reason,” I Would Like To Smack Her.)

What Will Happen To Sex After Liberation? Frankly, I Don't Know. It Is A Great Mystery To All Of Us.

Whatever You Choose, However Many Roads You Travel, I Hope That You Choose Not To Be A Lady. I Hope You Will Find Some Way To Break The Rules And Make A Little Trouble Out There. And I Also Hope That You Will Choose To Make Some Of That Trouble On Behalf Of Women.