Are you pro- or anti-macassar?

I can still hear my mother wailing over some new kitchen crisis, “Oh God,” and my father answering cozily from the silo, “Were you calling me, dear?"

I write when I'm inspired, and I see to it that I'm inspired at nine o'clock every morning.

I wanted to be bored to death, as good a way to go as any.

There are times when parenthood seems nothing but feeding the mouth that bites you.

Confession is good for the soul only in the sense that a tweed coat is good for dandruff - it is a palliative rather than a remedy.

The murals in restaurants are on a par with the food in museums.

We all learn by experience but some of us have to go to summer school.

When I can no longer bear to think of the victims of broken homes, I begin to think of the victims of intact ones.

My father hated radio and could not wait for television to be invented so he could hate that too.