“I like a teacher who gives you something to take home to think about besides homework.”

I always wanted to be somebody, but now I realize I should have been more specific.

For fast-acting relief try slowing down.

Why isn’t there a special name for the tops of your feet?

I have always felt that humor was a wonderful vehicle to let us become connected with each other and ourselves; I try to portray the similarities and polarities in men and women, so that we can acknowledge and embrace our collective consciousness.

I think life is perverse. It can be beautiful, but it won’t.

I worry about kids today – because of the sexual revolution, they’re going to grow up and never know what “dirty” means.

We are all in this together, by ourselves.

Man invented language to satisfy his deep need to complain.

Success is a ladder that cannot be climbed with your hands in your pocket – The road to success is always under construction.

But there are too many people that make so much money at the cost of lives of other humans and for no reason but to make the money.

If life is so meaningless, then why are we always bringing it up?

Did you know, in the entire universe, we are the only intelligent life forms thought to have a Miss Universe contest?

When we speak to God, we call it prayer; when God speaks back, we call it psychosis!

I was always drawn to more the social-expression-of-culture types.

I feel some part of me can wake up and be very existential and the next day wake up and be sort of in love with the universe.

People hire me to create some kind of archetype or some culture type, or something. I guess they accept whatever I come up with.

We broke through the feminine mystique and women who were wives, mothers and housewives began to find themselves as people. That didn’t mean they stopped, or had to stop, being mothers, wives or even liking their homes.

Battered women is a phrase that uncovered major, long-hidden violence. It helps us to face the fact that, statistically speaking, the most dangerous place for a woman is in her own home, not in the streets.

This idea that the employment of women, the movement of women outside the home into the work world, and their demand for equality is somehow responsible for increasing juvenile delinquency or the increase in divorce rate, is just so much bullshit.

If women’s role in life is limited solely to housewife/mother, it clearly ends when she can no longer bear more children and the children she has borne leave home.

Why the increasing emphasis by professional age experts and the media on – and public acceptance of – the nursing home as the locus of age when, in fact, more than ninety percent of those over sixty-five continue to live in the community?

Women are not going to be equal outside the home until men are equal in it.

But I do believe that a woman’s truest place is in a home, with a husband and with children, and with large freedom, pecuniary freedom, personal freedom, and the right to vote

Where are we really going? Always home.