I don't know what I can do about the aging. Yes, I am aging. Oh my God, I'm aging all the time. It's like those flowers that wilt in front of you in time-lapse films. But what can I possibly do? Look like a lunatic?

I write about sex, not love. What do I know about love?

Being single used to mean that nobody wanted you. Now it means you're pretty sexy and you're taking your time deciding how you want your life to be and who you want to spend it with.

There are occasions that I love to be fashionable and enjoy, you know? But the work day of a mother doesn't include a hair making team or any consideration of your shoe.

I really love beautiful, well-made clothes. I don't shop [a lot], so I tend to have pieces for a long time. I like mixing vintage with newer designers.

When a relationship dies do we ever really give up the ghost or are we forever haunted by the spirits of relationships past?

Trying to be a man is a waste of a woman?