Having been married so many times, I know that one of the few things I am an expert in is falling in love.

I look out the window and I see the lights and the skyline and the people on the street rushing around looking for action, love, and the world's greatest chocolate chip cookie, and my heart does a little dance.

American society has a remarkable ability to resist change, or to take whatever change has taken place and attempt to make it go away.

The empty nest is underrated.

When I was young, I had a list of things that I wanted in a husband. I knew what he should read and what sports he should like and blah, blah, blah. But the truth is, that the list was a shocking mirror image of me. You want to marry yourself when you are young. All the things you think are so urgently important, when you get older, you discover they don't have anything to do with love.

In my sex fantasy, nobody ever loves me for my mind.

And don't be frightened: you can always change your mind. I know: I've had four careers and three husbands.