Happiness comes out of being willing to do your work in your twenties to find out who you are, what you love.

I started writing about New York as soon as I arrived. I was 19. I used to write short stories and send them out.

You know what they say: A woman needs a man about as much as a fish needs a bicycle.

Who am I supposed to be again? Just be yourself. But who am I?

Man might have identified fire, but women identified the way to enjoy with it.

I started working for the 'NY Observer' when I was 33. After I had been writing for them for about a year and a half the editor said, 'Your stories are the most talked about stories in the 'Observer'; you should have your own column.'

Love is dangerous, if you know it's dangerous, that makes you treasure it, and you'll work harder to keep it.