As long as I'm facing the right direction, it doesn't matter the size of my steps.

Because I loved myself, I was loved.

There is simply no dignified way for a woman to live alone. Oh, she can get along financially perhaps (though not nearly as well as a man), but emotionally she is never left in peace. Her friends, her family, her fellow workers never let her forget that her husbandlessness, her childlessness - her selfishness, in short - is a reproach to the American way of life.

My generation had Doris Day as a role model, then Gloria Steinem--then Princess Diana. We are the most confused generation.

It is not surprising that Venice is known above all for mirrors and glass since Venice is the most narcissistic city in the world, the city that celebrates self-mirroring.

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

Sex just as a drive, as a hormonal drive, is not very interesting.