Every time I say sure when I mean no, every time I smile brightly when I'm exploding with rage, every time I imagine my man's achievement is my own, I know the cheerleader never really died. I feel her shaking her ass inside me and I hear her breathless, girlish voice mutter T-E-A-M, Yea, Team.

The question arises as to whether it is possible not to live in the world of men and still to live in the world.

Female friendships that work are relationships in which women help each other belong to themselves.

Every time I say ''sure'' when I mean ''no,'' every time I smile brightly when I'm exploding with rage, every time I imagine my man's achievement is my own, I know the cheerleader never really died. I feel her shaking her ass inside me and I hear her breathless, girlish voice mutter ''T-E-A-M, Yea, Team.''

Humor tells you where the trouble is

A good novel is a good novel, pointe finale. And I think what I'm writing is exactly that.