It's so much fun that the money is just icing on the cake. There seems to be a lot of icing.
I know Mother named me after a railroad man, but it's too late now, I'm afraid. Much, much too late.
I think there's something very lovely and hilarious about exploring the particular neuroses of the female mind. It's just not the same thing with men. I mean, there are exceptions, but for the most part, women beat themselves up in their heads more. They overanalyze stuff far more than men do.

