Only peons made excusses for themselves she taught me. Never apologize, never explain.

Do you ever want to go home?' I asked Paul.
He brushed an ash from my face. 'It's the century of the displaced person,' he said. 'You can never go home.

Never apologize. Never explain. Just get the thing done, and let them howl.

My mother never met a gadget she didn't like. There were tube pans for baking the angel food cakes my father could have after his first heart attack, and Bundt pans and loaf pans and baking pans and grilling pans.

Never complain. Never explain.

Never explain, never complain.