Pm convinced that it's energy and humor. The two of them combined equal charm.

I would, however, start writing fiction about 10 years before I actually did, because it's such great fun to do, many times more creative than nonfiction.

I'm convinced that it's energy and humor. The two of them combined equal charm.

Heaven knows, I've exposed myself in my novels through the use of fantasy and imagination... now my new book is about what really happened to me... not my heroines.

It can't possibly last for years and browsing has its limits. Only a certain amount is healthy or wise.

My work caused me to interview hundreds of women about their lives and their problems.

I have only one reader - me. I'm the average reader. If I like it, that's all I worry about.

the rich are different only because people treat them as if they were.

You can browse to your heart's content but it's hard work and not easy on the feet unless you do it through catalogs or the Internet, and I like to touch and try on the things I buy.

For my part, I think that the mystery is always greatest where there is the most - emptiness.

it is strange, is it not, how an accident of millimeter here, a millimeter there, makes one face so important.

Do all the work you can while you still have strength.

God created all people.

Marriage is not about age it's about finding the right person.

I made many studio albums and I think the danger of studio recording is that if you do not watch out, you come out with a perfectly sterile performance.

Learn every day, but especially from the experiences of others. It's cheaper!

Right now, I'm hankering for new adventures... Ninety percent of the time I'm having romantic-comedy fantasies in which I'm wearing little pencil skirts and hurrying down to the subway.

The quality of that 'who I am', is what I hope comes out in the writing.

As far as I can see, the history of experimental art in the twentieth century is intimately bound up with the experience of intoxification.

More! More! is the cry of a mistaken soul.

She likes herself, yet others hates, For that which in herself she prizes; And while she laughs at them, forgets She is the thing that she despises.