Writing as a woman presents enormous problems but I have attempted it several times and haven't had many complaints.
You know, as a woman, it is tough to get to the top - like to get to that respected level in this industry - in any industry, I think.
A woman called my phone and asked “Is this the suicide prevention hotline?” I said “Ultimately, that question can only be answered by you.
It doesn't matter how long my hair is or what colour my skin is or whether I'm a woman or a man.
A woman who does not become the slave of just one man becomes the slave of all men.
I find the selectivity of erotic love - the choice of this man or this woman - much more intelligible if liking the person is the origin of sexual interest, rather than the other way.
I learned a long time ago that it doesn't make me less of a woman because my babies come out of a different place. My C-sections have been fine.
I live by a man's code, designed to fit a man's world, yet at the same time I never forget that a woman's first job is to choose the right shade of lipstick.
No woman or girl is going to want to spend time looking at pretty dresses on the Internet. Vogue is going to be around for a long time to come.
The country needs the political work of women today as much as it has ever needed woman in any other work at any other time.
I was big time into Barbie. I also had Wonder Woman Underoos that I really liked. I actually wore them as an outfit to school. As I said, I was a strange child.
No woman in my time will be prime minister or chancellor or foreign secretary - not the top jobs. Anyway, I wouldn't want to be prime minister; you have to give yourself 100 percent.
Why can't a woman be a little cooler in her emotions and a little quieter and more repressed without it being a huge thing? I've actually always quite enjoyed that, to tell you the truth.
[fighting with Electra] Spike: I love a woman who can kick my ass.
Chuck: God only knows what that woman is capable of. Grace: You know she's not capable of anything.
Honey: You sound ghastly, like some 90-year-old woman.
Budd: That woman deserves her revenge and we deserve to die.
Lilja: Do you want to buy anything? Woman at yard sale: There's nothing to buy here!
Mr. Joshua: [stealing a woman's car] Mind if I test drive your Audi?
Professor Henry Higgins: Why can't a woman be more like a man?
Lisa: A woman never goes anywhere but the hospital without packing makeup, clothes, and jewelry.
