Food became, for dinner parties in the sixties, what abstract expressionism had been in the fifties.
Take notes. Everything is copy.
Let’s face it: part of being a grownup is that every day you have to choose between going out at night or staying home, and it is one of life’s unhappy truths that there is not enough time to do both.
Washington is a city of locker-room boys, and all the old, outmoded notions apply: men and women are ushered to separate rooms after dinner, sex is dirty, and they are still serving onion-soup dip.
No man can be friends with a woman he finds attractive. He always wants to have sex with her. Sex is always out there. Friendship is ultimately doomed and that is the end of the story.
Everybody dies. There’s nothing you can do about it. Whether you eat six almonds a day. Whether or not you believe in God.
A man who finishes a book is always alone when he finishes it...
Consciousness-raising is at the very least supposed to bring about an intimacy, but what it seems instead to bring about are the trappings of intimacy, the illusion of intimacy, a semblance of intimacy.
Journalists are interesting. They just aren’t as interesting as the things they cover.
There is no reason to confuse television news with journalism.
We weren’t meant to have futures, we were meant to marry them. We weren’t meant to have politics, or careers that mattered, or opinions, or lives; we were meant to marry them. If you wanted to be an architect, you married an architect.
I know that I am essentially a sort of fun-loving person who really just wants to sit around and eat pies.
Black makes your life so much simpler. Everything matches black, especially black.
No one is more romantic than a cynic. I do think that you don’t become cynical or ‘unsentimental’ unless there’s a core of romanticism or sentiment that’s had a few chips nicked into it.
The last four years of psychoanalysis are a waste of money.
I actually believe in denial.
One of the few advantages to not being beautiful is that one usually gets better-looking as one gets older. I am, in fact, at this very moment gaining my looks.
The image of the journalist as wallflower at the orgy has been replaced by the journalist as the life of the party.
That’s another thing about being a certain age that I’ve noticed: I try as much as possible not to look in the mirror.
The Senior Moment has become the Google moment, and it has a much nicer, hipper, younger, more contemporary sound, doesn’t it? By handling the obligations of the search mechanism, you almost prove you can keep up.