I cannot understand antiabortion arguments that center on the sanctity of life. As a species, we’ve fairly comprehensively demonstrated that we don’t believe in the sanctity of life. The shrugging acceptance of war, famine, epidemic, pain, and lifelong, grinding poverty show us that, whatever we tell ourselves, we’ve made only the most feeble of efforts to really treat human life as sacred.

I do not... look very feminine. Diana, Princess of Wales is feminine... I am... femi-none.

Always remember that, nine times out of ten, you probably aren’t having a full-on nervous breakdown – you just need a cup of tea and a biscuit. You’d be amazed how easily and repeatedly you can confuse the two. Get a big biscuit tin.

Flyaway, problem hair is the enemy of feminism, and was probably invented by the Man to crush Susan Sontag.

Just proportionately, statistically, one in three women are going to have an abortion. They're not all going to feel guilty.

As a former ballerina, I can't put down Maggie Shipstead's new book, Astonish Me.

The problem that we have is thinking there's only one kind of feminist, and that she's politically correct and right on at all times, wears flat shoes, doesn't wear makeup, probably doesn't have sex, is very angry, wears dungarees, is a vegetarian.