I definitely divide my life into decades. Almost every ten years, something in my work life has changed. My twenties were my journalistic phase, then there was my screenwriting phase, then I became a director, then I started doing some plays.

It's always hard to remember love - years pass and you say to yourself, was I really in love or was I just kidding myself? Was I really in love or was I just pretending he was the man of my dreams? Was I really in love or was I just desperate?

I try to write parts for women that are as complicated and interesting as women actually are.

Marriages come and go, but divorce is forever.

You can settle for reality, or you can go off, like a fool, and dream another dream.

It's much easier to get over someone if you can delude yourself into thinking you never really cared that much.

Consciousness-raising is at the very least supposed to bring about an intimacy, but what it seems instead to bring about are the trappings of intimacy, the illusion of intimacy, a semblance of intimacy.