The condom broke. I know how stupid that sounds. It's the reproductive version of the dog ate my homework.

I don't particularly like being angry about stuff. I'd rather hang out with my daughter and write my little books.

My lazy, unfair assumption is that everything's easier when you're young and stunning. And maybe it is! But I'd like to see for myself.

But what we're really trapped by is perceptions. You think you need to lose weight for someone to love you. I think if I gain weight, no one will love me. What we really need is to just stop thinking of ourselves as bodies and start thinking of ourselves as people.

My feeling about my own work is, I could be writing 'The Aeneid' and they would still have to call it chick lit or mommy lit or menopausal old hag lit.

Every mother I've ever met, pretty much without exception, is doing the best job she can ever do.

If you put a pink cover on something, critics make a certain set of assumptions and may not even read the book. But my readers are happy with it.