Love is everything it's cracked up to be. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for.

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.

Back in the days when men were hunters and chest beaters and women spent their whole lives worrying about pregnancy or dying in childbirth, they often had to be taken against their will. Men complained that women were cold, unresponsive, frigid... They wanted their women wanton. They wanted their women wild. Now women were finally learning to be wanton and wild - and what happened? The men wilted.

We all parent the best we can. Being human, we're ambivalent. We want perfection for our babies, but we also need sleep.

My mother wanted me to be her wings, to fly as she never quite had the courage to do. I love her for that. I love the fact that she wanted to give birth to her own wings.

Home is where your books are.

I think we’re [men and women] more similar. In that we all deal with our fantasy lives and sometimes are disappointed by reality.