Men like women who write. Even though they don't say so. A writer is a foreign country.

I didn't want to set up a women's studies program. I thought women should learn to operate in a coeducational atmosphere because especially in national security and international affairs it's male-dominated.

I have to admit like so many women I always knew there was a chance. But like so many women I never thought it would be me. I never thought I'd hear those devastating words: 'You have breast cancer.'

To be born woman is to know - although they do not speak of it at school - women must labor to be beautiful.

We thought because we had power we had wisdom.

But in its final creation it was not the part of the Father's power to fail as though exhausted. It was not the part of His wisdom to waver in a needful matter through poverty of counsel.

I've always shied away from conventional wisdom though I know the power of it.

Although it has been said by men of more wit than wisdom and perhaps more malice than either that women are naturally incapable of acting prudently or that they are necessarily determined to folly I must by no means grant it.

It may almost be a question whether such wisdom as many of us have in our mature years has not come from the dying out of the power of temptation rather than as the results of thought and resolution.

I acknowledge the privilege of being alive in a human body at this moment endowed with senses memories emotions thoughts and the space of mind in its wisdom aspect.

Pain makes man think. Thought makes man wise. Wisdom makes life endurable.

Though sages may pour out their wisdom's treasure there is no sterner moralist than pleasure.

He who devotes sixteen hours a day to hard study may become at sixty as wise as he thought himself at twenty.

I've thought about it a hundred times. I even buy bridal magazines sometimes. I want David Tutera to do my wedding.

I'd been a wedding singer through college but after a few years of doing my best renditions of jazz standards to clinking glasses and the sound of forks on salad I thought 'Oh God if this is all I do I'll never be able to live with myself.'

On my wedding day. I didn't want a natural blushing-bride look - I had a full-on hairdo and red lips. I thought it would be disingenuous to do the whole virginal look so even though I had the white dress I had pink net underneath.

I thought I was attractive when I shot 'My Big Fat Greek Wedding.' Studio executives and movie reviewers let me know I had a confidence in my looks that was not shared by them.