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

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.

Is it still there?" I asked, staring at his head, bent over, as he wedged the stethoscope beneath my left breast. And then, before I could stop myself, "Does it sound broken?

There's all kinds of love in the world, and not all of it looks like the stuff in greeting cards.

I went to Princeton, I minored in women's studies.

Whenever people with money have power over people with less money, you have the potential for exploitation.

I struggle with the fact that men's popular fiction is talked about differently. Books like mine don't get as many reviews and probably won't win any prizes, but they entertain the pants off of hundreds of thousands of women.