Quotes from Wendy Wax

Like Andy Rooney and Judy Garland screaming "Let's put on a play!" the

They prided themselves on being honest with each other, but they were women. Sometimes they put protecting feelings above the truth. Or looking self-sufficient above asking for help.

If you just send me the tuition money for summer session, I'll . . ." "No." "What?" Clearly it had never occurred to him that his request might be refused.

Either way would give her a shot at covering their most pressing expenses until Malcolm Dyer was found and the remainder of their money returned. "Please, God," she thought as she dialed the first number. "Please let them catch him soon. And please don't make these women too difficult to deal with.

Working with your ex-husband was almost as much fun as a double root canal. Without anesthesia. Doing it in front of television cameras was four impacted wisdom teeth thrown in.

Dottie, spray her hair some more so that it can't fall forward. It's hiding her, um, profile." This was Jonathan the director's euphemism for cleavage, which always seemed to get more close-ups than the rest of her.

There'd been so many things she'd thought she'd known when in fact she'd barely understood the smallest thing.

And she cannot be a day over thirty-five," he said adamantly. "I have noticed that after that the fruit becomes . . . less firm.

At forty-five not even expensive highlights and a boatload of Lycra could disguise the fact that her body had given up its struggle against gravity.

You and I are bona fide evidence that a writer's dreams can come true." "Maybe we should warn them that sometimes those dreams turn into nightmares,

The rest of their authors were thrown out there, much like shit flung at a wall, while the publisher waited to see who "stuck," or so it seemed to Kendall.

I got my first driver's license in Michigan when I turned twelve.

She wrote for years, one book after another, just trying to get somewhere. At one point, despite all the roadblocks her publisher put in her way, she hit the New York Times list and got a multimillion dollar contract with another publisher.

it was, in fact, possible to accidentally accelerate in reverse.

You should have been in Atlanta right after she got her iPhone and texted all of us her plans to 'masterbate penis primavera,'" Kyra said, unsnapping Dustin's bib and scooping him up out of the high chair. Chase snorted with laughter. Maddie could see the curve of Troy's smile beneath the camera. "It seems clear that people over forty should not be allowed to text,

Writing a novel is like driving a car at night. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way. —E. L. DOCTOROW

Women survived heartache and disappointment all the time, and daily demands that men could never fathom.