In A Socialist Country You Can Get

Don't You Love New York In The Fall? It Makes Me Want To Buy School Supplies. I Would Send You A Bouquet Of Newly Sharpened Pencils If I Knew Your Name And Address.

When I Was Young, I Had A List Of Things That I Wanted In A Husband. I Knew What He Should Read And What Sports He Should Like And Blah, Blah, Blah. But The Truth Is, That The List Was A Shocking Mirror Image Of Me. You Want To Marry Yourself When You Are Young. All The Things You Think Are So Urgently Important, When You Get Older, You Discover They Don't Have Anything To Do With Love.

I Have For Many Years Been Puzzled By The Persistence Of Hugh Hefner. Why Is He Still Here?

The One Thing I Would Like To Get Across About My Whole Feeling Regarding High School Is How I Was When I Was Fifteen. Gawky. Always A Hem Hanging Down, Or Strap Loose, Or A Pimple On My Chin. I Never Knew What To Do With My Hair. I Was A Mess. And I Still Carry That Fifteen-year-old Girl Around Now. A Piece Of Me Still Believes I'm The Girl Nobody Dances With.

I Think If You're Lucky Enough To Find A Voice In Whatever You Do, That Voice Will Come Sneaking Out No Matter What.