People have been writing premature obituaries on the women's movement since its beginning.

Let's just say that global warming deniers are now on a par with Holocaust deniers.

When we describe what the other person is really like, I suppose we often picture what we want. We look through the prism of our need.

In today's amphetamine world of news junkies, speed trumps thoughtfulness too often.

Statistically speaking, the Cheerful Early Riser is rejected more completely than a member of any other subculture, save those with boot odor.

My father used to say that if a man fools you once, he's a jerk. If he fools you twice, you're a jerk. Only he didn't use the word "jerk."

It is, I suppose, the business of grandparents to create memories and the relative of memories: traditions. We want to lodge moments, like snapshots, in the fleeting video of time.

Taboos are falling across our culture like dominoes. What was unspeakable yesterday dominates talk shows today.

I think most of us become self-critical as soon as we become self-conscious.

Most people do not consider dawn to be an attractive experience - unless they are still up.

You can believe in women's rights without believing that every woman is right.

When you live alone, you can be sure that the person who squeezed the toothpaste tube in the middle wasn't committing a hostile act.

What he labels sexual, she labels harassment.

Women have gained access to the institutions, but not enough power to overhaul them.

In journalism, there has always been a tension between getting it first and getting it right.

We owned what we learned back there; the experience and the growth are grafted into our lives.

Today, much of journalism and politics are in a kind of collusion to oversimplify and personalize issues. No room for ambivalence. Plenty of room for the personal attack.