If the heart of a man is depressed with cares, The mist is dispelled when a woman appears.
I cannot sell my soul in order to participate with Nancy Pelosi or Carole Migden or any of them. I can't do it.
[After her 18-day disappearance in 1974:] I love my husband very, very much, but he didn't ask me when he ran for mayor and he didn't consult me about running for governor. It would be nice to be asked. . . . You know, I've been my mother's daughter, my father's daughter, the wife of my husband, the mother of my six children, and grandmother to my eleven grandchildren, but I have never been me. But I am now because I went away. I am a changed woman.
It's hard for me to write about anything personal because I get way too personal.
In the Senate race I went for some candidate endorsement meetings and three people there asked me: Do you go to a therapist? Because they could not believe that with the beating I took in the mayor's race I could still come in there cracking jokes and talking about the issues!
I would suggest that people do need to trust someone, to think they care about you. I believe that in my heart.
We need to consider that only a small amount of the public vote for the mayor of a city. It's because they are disgusted and don't trust the government.
If you've got a business, you didn't build that. Somebody else made that happen.
Intimacy requires courage because risk is inescapable.
. . . . [P]ersons who love very much, easily take offense at trifles. No doubt your excessive affection for me makes you a little diffident about mine. But there is no harm done; I hope you will soon be over this slight jealousy and be convinced that nothing can change the genuine affection Our Lord has given me for you
If I made a joke about just dropping by, would you write me off as cliché?