If we are all made of God, it is our friends who remind us. We pass the gift of God to them. They pass it back to us when we need it most.

I thought of the nameless inventor of the bathtub. I was somehow sure it was a woman. And was the inventor of the bathtub plug a man?

We all have fantasies about sex that are more perfect than anything in reality.

When I'm sitting at the desk not being able to write line one, it's silence and despair! It's not so easy to put the pen to the legal pad or type the first sentence on the computer screen.

I was surprised by my daughter's generation and how they were rebelling against the '70s idea that sex was perfect and it should be sought.

Memory is the most transient of all possessions. And when it goes, it leaves as few traces as stars that have disappeared.

You can't be creative and still be a good girl.