I believe that women should live for love, for motherhood and for intellect, and I believe we shouldn't have to choose. And I believe that's always been difficult for women, to express themselves intellectually, maternally, and passionately.

I write lustily and humorously. It isn't calculated; it's the way I think. I've invented a writing style that expresses who I am.

When I met my husband, I refused to invite him home for Passover because I was embarrassed my mother might serve all the catered dishes in the wrong order.

As yet we use our media only for selling things - including, of course, political candidates. What will happen when someone masters the art of selling souls?

I want you. I want you. I want you. Anything to avoid saying: I love you.

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

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.