Thanks to my mother, not a single cardboard box has found its way back into society. We receive gifts in boxes from stores that went out of business twenty years ago.

I will buy any creme, cosmetic, or elixir from a woman with a European accent.

Never have more children than you have car windows.

Dreams have only one owner at a time. That’s why dreamers are lonely.

Do you know what you call those who use towels and never wash them, eat meals and never do the dishes, sit in rooms they never clean, and are entertained till they drop? If you have just answered, “A house guest,” you’re wrong because I have just described my kids.

How come anything you buy will go on sale next week?

I have a hat. It is graceful and feminine and give me a certain dignity, as if I were attending a state funeral or something. Someday I may get up enough courage to wear it, instead of carrying it.

God created man, but I could do better.

Car designers are just going to have to come up with an automobile that outlasts the payments.

There is a thin line that separates laughter and pain, comedy and tragedy, humor and hurt.

Humorists can never start to take themselves seriously. It’s literary suicide.

Guilt: the gift that keeps on giving.

Getting out of the hospital is a lot like resigning from a book club. You’re not out of it until the computer says you’re out of it.

Sometimes I can’t figure designers out. It’s as if they flunked human anatomy.

Never lend your car to anyone to whom you have given birth.

I was terrible at straight items. When I wrote obituaries, my mother said the only thing I ever got them to do was die in alphabetical order.

Did you ever notice that the first piece of luggage on the carousel never belongs to anyone?

I haven’t trusted polls since I read that 62% of women had affairs during their lunch hour. I’ve never met a woman in my life who would give up lunch for sex.

When humor goes, there goes civilization.

Before you try to keep up with the Joneses, be sure they’re not trying to keep up with you.

It goes without saying that you should never have more children than you have car windows.

Never order food in excess of your body weight.

There’s nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child.

Children make your life important.

My second favorite household chore is ironing. My first being hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint.

Never accept a drink from a urologist.

I never leaf through a copy of National Geographic without realizing how lucky we are to live in a society where it is traditional to wear clothes.

Thanksgiving dinners take eighteen hours to prepare. They are consumed in twelve minutes. Half-times take twelve minutes. This is not coincidence.

Youngsters of the age of two and three are endowed with extraordinary strength. They can lift a dog twice their own weight and dump him into the bathtub.

For years my wedding ring has done its job. It has led me not into temptation. It has reminded my husband numerous times at parties that it’s time to go home. It has been a source of relief to a dinner companion. It has been a status symbol in the maternity ward.

For some of us, watching a miniseries that lasts longer than most marriages is not easy.

Most women put off entertaining until the kids are grown.

House guests should be regarded as perishables: Leave them out too long and they go bad.

Never go to a doctor whose office plants have died.

Someone once threw me a small, brown, hairy kiwi fruit, and I threw a wastebasket over it until it was dead.

It takes a lot of courage to show your dreams to someone else.

A friend will tell you she saw your old boyfriend – and he’s a priest.

Don’t confuse fame with success. Madonna is one; Helen Keller is the other.

Being a child at home alone in the summer is a high-risk occupation. If you call your mother at work thirteen times an hour, she can hurt you.

I have a theory about the human mind. A brain is a lot like a computer. It will only take so many facts, and then it will go on overload and blow up.

Housework, if you do it right, will kill you.

If you can’t make it better, you can laugh at it.

Who in their infinite wisdom decreed that Little League uniforms be white? Certainly not a mother.

There’s something wrong with a mother who washes out a measuring cup with soap and water after she’s only measured water in it.

All of us have moments in out lives that test our courage. Taking children into a house with a white carpet is one of them.

A friend doesn’t go on a diet because you are fat.

Why would anyone steal a shopping cart? It’s like stealing a two-year-old.

I take a very practical view of raising children. I put a sign in each of their rooms: “Checkout Time is 18 years.”

No one ever died from sleeping in an unmade bed. I have known mothers who remake the bed after their children do it because there is wrinkle in the spread or the blanket is on crooked. This is sick.

When your mother asks, “Do you want a piece of advice?” it is a mere formality. It doesn’t matter if you answer yes or no. You’re going to get it anyway.

People shop for a bathing suit with more care than they do a husband or wife. The rules are the same. Look for something you’ll feel comfortable wearing. Allow for room to grow.

Somewhere it is written that parents who are critical of other people’s children and publicly admit they can do better are asking for it.

In general my children refuse to eat anything that hasn’t danced in television.

I was too old for a paper route, too young for Social Security and too tired for an affair.

One thing they never tell you about child raising is that for the rest of your life, at the drop of a hat, you are expected to know your child’s name and how old he or she is.

On vacations: We hit the sunny beaches where we occupy ourselves keeping the sun off our skin, the saltwater off our bodies, and the sand out of our belongings.

The only reason I would take up jogging is so that I could hear heavy breathing again.

Some say our national pastime is baseball. Not me. It’s gossip.

When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, ‘I used everything you gave me’.

Once you get a spice in your home, you have it forever. Women never throw out spices. The Egyptians were buried with their spices. I know which one I’m taking with me when I go.

It is not until you become a mother that your judgment slowly turns to compassion and understanding.

I’ve exercised with women so thin that buzzards followed them to their cars.

I come from a family where gravy is considered a beverage.

There is one thing I have never taught my body how to do and that is to figure out at 6 A.M. what it wants to eat at 6 P.M.

When a child is locked in the bathroom with water running and he says he’s doing nothing but the dog is barking, call 911.

There is nothing more miserable in the world than to arrive in paradise and look like your passport photo.

Never go to your high school reunion pregnant or they will think that is all you have done since you graduated.

If a man watches three football games in a row, he should be declared legally dead.

Onion rings in the car cushions do not improve with time.

What’s with you men? Would hair stop growing on your chest if you asked directions somewhere?

Thanks to my mother, not a single cardboard box has found its way back into society. We receive gifts in boxes from stores that went out of business twenty years ago.

In two decades I’ve lost a total of 789 pounds. I should be hanging from a charm bracelet.

Marriage has no guarantees. If that’s what you’re looking for, go live with a car battery.

My theory on housework is, if the item doesn’t multiply, smell, catch fire, or block the refrigerator door, let it be. No one else cares. Why should you?

Like religion, politics, and family planning, cereal is not a topic to be brought up in public. It’s too controversial.

My kids always perceived the bathroom as a place where you wait it out until all the groceries are unloaded from the car.

A friend never defends a husband who gets his wife an electric skillet for her birthday.