I don't know why so much nonsense about age is written - although I can certainly understand that no one really wants to read anything that says aging sucks.

I am still amazed at the amount of Christian charity [Wellesley] stuck us all with, a kind of glazed politeness in the face of boredom and stupidity. Tolerance, in the worst sense of the word. How marvelous it would have been to go to a women's college that encouraged impoliteness, that rewarded aggression, that encouraged argument.

There's a reason why forty, fifty, and sixty don't look the way they used to, and it's not because of feminism, or better living through exercise. It's because of hair dye. In the 1950's only 7 percent of American women dyed their hair; today there are parts of Manhattan and Los Angeles where there are no gray-haired women at all.

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.

[Wellesley College] is about as meaningful to the educational process in America as a perfume factory is to the national economy.

Whenever I get married, I start buying Gourmet magazine.

As far as the men who are running for president are concerned, they aren't even people I would date.