I've always felt those articles somehow reveal more about the writers than they do about me.

Men are climbing to the moon, but they don’t seem interested in the beating human heart.

Sometimes I've been to a party where no one spoke to me for a whole evening. The men, frightened by their wives or sweeties, would give me a wide berth. And the ladies would gang up in a corner to discuss my dangerous character.

Don't you know that a man being rich is like a girl being pretty? You wouldn't marry a girl just because she's pretty, but my goodness, doesn't it help?

I am invariably late for appointments - sometimes as much as two hours. I've tried to change my ways but the things that make me late are too strong, and too pleasing.

A smart girl leaves before she is left.

Marriage destroyed my relationship with two wonderful men.