The state of rapture I experience when I read a wonderful bookis one of the main reasons I read;but it doesn't happen every timeor even every other time,and when it does happen,
Well, at least this time I get to be a person in the story. The last time you told one of your Russian parables I was a bag of chickens.
We know in one part of our brains that we are all going to die, but on some level we don’t quite believe it.
The truth is that men don’t want to be friends with women. Men know they don’t understand women, and they don’t much care. They want women as lovers, as wives, as mothers, but they’re not really inter...
Meanwhile, every so often, your children come to visit. They are, amazingly, completely charming people. You can’t believe you’re lucky enough to know them. They make you laugh. They make you proud. Y...
Here are some questions I am constantly noodling over: Do you splurge or do you hoard? Do you live every day as if it's your last, or do you save your money on the chance you'll live twenty more years...
Everyone always asks, was he mad at you for writing the book? and I have to say, Yes, yes, he was. He still is. It is one of the most fascinating things to me about the whole episode: he cheated on me...
My mother wanted us to understand that the tragedies of your life one day have the potential to be comic stories the next.
[S]ometimes, when you are a food person, the possible irrelevance of what you are doing doesn’t cross your mind until it’s too late. (Once, for example, when I was just starting out in the food busine...
You only have a certain amount of energy, and when you spread it around, everything gets confused, and the first thing you know, you can't remember which one you've told which story to, and the next t...
You always think that a bolt of lightning is going to strike and your parents will magically change into the people you wish they were, or back into the people they used to be.
Whenever you give up an apartment in New York and move to another city, New York turns into the worst version of itself. Someone I know once wisely said that the expression It's a nice place to visit,...
SALLY Harry, I can’t do this anymore. I am not your consolation prize. Goodbye.
I want to talk to her. I want to have lunch with her. I want her to give me a book she just read and loved. She is my phantom limb, and I just can’t believe I’m here without her.- on losing her best f...
You fall in love with someone, and part of what you love about him are the differences between you; and then you get married and the differences start to drive you crazy.
When I first met him, he had a recurrent nightmare that Henry Kissinger was chasing him with a knife, and I said it was really his father, and he said it was really Henry Kissinger, and I said it was...
Harry Burns: You realize of course that we could never be friends. Sally Albright: Why not? Harry Burns: What I'm saying is - and this is not a come-on in any way, shape or form - is that men and wome...
What I love about cooking is that after a hard day, there is something comforting about the fact that if you melt butter and add flour and then hot stock, ! It’s a sure thing! It’s sure thing in a wor...
It was exciting in its own self-absorbed way, which is very much the essence of journalism: you truly believe that you are living at the center of the universe and that the world out there is on tente...
I married him against all evidence. I married him believing that marriage doesn't work, that love dies, that passion fades, and in so doing I became the kind of romantic only a cynic is truly capable...