A lawyer I once knew told me of a strange case, a suffragette who had never married. After her death, he opened her trunk and discovered 50 wedding gowns.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Lawyers, I suppose, were children once.
I'm an old trial lawyer.
I had a publishing history of murder mysteries.
I know one husband and wife who, whatever the official reasons given to the court for the break up of their marriage, were really divorced because the husband believed that nobody ought to read while he was talking and the wife that nobody ought to talk while she was reading.
I hate second-guessing other lawyers because I know that I've tried and lost cases, and somebody could sit there and say, 'Should have done it this way,' and they'd have been right.
I had more sexist encounters as a lawyer than I had as a journalist.
The Karen Ann Quinlan case is where the right to life and the right to die got bound together, and I don't think they've ever gotten untangled.
Unfortunately, what many people forget is that judges are just lawyers in robes.
I was married by a judge. I should have asked for a jury.
I am a trial lawyer. Matilda says that at dinner on a good day I sound like an affidavit.