Thank God we're living in a country where the sky's the limit, the stores are open late and you can shop in bed thanks to television.

Anger is a symptom, a way of cloaking and expressing feelings too awful to experience directly -- hurt, bitterness, grief and, most of all, fear.

I have become my own version of an optimist. If I can't make it through one door, I'll go through another door -- or I'll make a door. Something terrific will come no matter how dark the present.

I hate housework! You make the beds, you do the dishes --and six months later you have to start all over again.

God always comes up with a third act twist -- and we won't know until we die whether the play was a comedy or a tragedy.