Nothing makes me roll my eyes faster than a "Coexist" bumper sticker.

If you focus all of your emotional passion on your children and you neglect the relationship that brought that family into existence... eventually, things can go really, really wrong.

Courage is impulsive; it is narcissism tempered with nihilism.

One of the darkest, deepest shames so many of us mothers feel nowadays is our fear that we are Bad Mothers, that we are failing our children and falling far short of our own ideals.

If a good mother is one who loves her child more than anyone else in the world, I am not a good mother. I am in fact a bad mother. I love my husband more than I love my children.

Roaring like a tiger turns some children into pianists who debut at Carnegie Hall but only crushes others. Coddling gives some the excuse to fail and others the chance to succeed.

You can take the babushka off the Jewish mother and dress her up in a pair of Seven jeans and Marc Jacobs sling-backs, but she's still going to expect a passel of grandkids.

In a perfect world I think we would microdose with LSD instead of giving teenagers Adderall. But I'd like to see it studied first.

For a couple of months there I was shrieking like a banshee.

Why is it that loving something provides such little protection from betrayal?

Let's all commit ourselves to the basic civility of minding our own business. Failing that, let's go back to a time when we were nasty and judgmental, but only behind one another's backs.

Since nothing is absolute There is no absolute silence, Only an appearance Of temporary peace.

I couldn’t have dreamed you into existence because I didn’t even know I needed you. You must have been sent to me.

Life demands much. Give more.

The thoughts on the mind come out of the mouth.

The crime against nature will never make any great progress in society unless people are prompted to it by some particular custom.

Never call an accountant a credit to his profession; a good accountant is a debit to his profession.

There are few mortals so insensible that their affections cannot he gained by mildness, their confidence by sincerity, their hatred by scorn or neglect

Many people think of me as a perfectionist, someone who polishes and shines each song and performance. I've always been bothered by that assumption.

It's easy to be brave when they're not my fears.

Avoid flatterers, for they are thieves in disguise.