A Man Who Finishes A Book Is

I'm Not One Of Those People Who Think You Should Go Grey And That There Is Some Virtue In Looking Wrinkly If You Don't Feel Like It. If You Do, Great. If You Don't, Just My Only Caution Is Watch Out. There Are A Huge Number Of Wrinkle Creams That Do Nothing For You.

I Am A Writer And A Feminist, And The Two Seem To Be Constantly In Conflict.... Ever Since I Became Loosely Involved With It, It Has Seemed To Me One Of The Recurring Ironies Of This Movement That There Is No Way To Tell The Truth About It Without, In Some Small Way, Seeming To Hurt It.

Having Been Married So Many Times, I Know That One Of The Few Things I Am An Expert In Is Falling In Love.

I Am Not A New Journalist, Whatever That Is. I Just Sit Here At The Typewriter And Bang Away At The Old Forms.

Everyone Always Asks, Was He Mad At You For Writing The Book? And I Have To Say, Yes, Yes, He Was. He Still Is. It Is One Of The Most Fascinating Things To Me About The Whole Episode: He Cheated On Me, And Then Got To Behave As If He Was The One Who Had Been Wronged Because I Wrote About It! I Mean, It's Not As If I Wasn't A Writer. It's Not As If I Hadn't Often Written About Myself. I'd Even Written About Him. What Did He Think Was Going To Happen? That I Would Take A Vow Of Silence For The First Time In My Life? "