It is so easy to waste our lives: Our days, our hours, our minutes ... it is so easy to exist instead of live.

Women are the glue that holds our day-to-day world together.

People always blame the girl; she should have said no. A monosyllable, but conventional wisdom has always been that boys can't manage it.

The world is full of women blindsided by the unceasing demands of motherhood, still flabbergasted by how a job can be terrific andtorturous, involving and utterly tedious, all at the same time. The world is full of women made to feel strange because what everyone assumes comes naturally is so difficult to do--never mind to do well.

Since the age of five I had been one of those people who was an indefatigable reader, more inclined to go off by myself with a book than do any of the dozens of things that children usually do to amuse themselves. I never aged out of it.

high fashion has little to do with what women wear and a lot to do with what retailers mark down later.

We read in bed because reading is halfway between life and dreaming, our own consciousness in someone else's mind.