It was ironic, but when you scratched the surface, most successful men were working for one thing only--to retire--and the sooner the better. Whereas women were the complete opposite. She had never heard a woman say she was working so she could retire to a desert island or to live on a boat. It was probably, she thought, because most women didn't think they deserved to do nothing.

All those men who end up disappointing you. After a while, you don't even want to have feelings anymore. You just want to get on with your life.

There are worse things than being thirty-five, single, and female in New York. Like: Being twenty-five, singled, and female in New York. It's a rite of passage few women would want to repeat. It's about sleeping with the wrong men, wearing the wrong clothes, having the wrong roommate, saying the wrong thing, being ignored, getting fired, not being taken seriously, and generally being treated like shit. But it's necessary.

Men do suck.

If a woman could take care of herself, would she still need a man? Would she even want one? And if she didn't want a man, what kind of woman would she be? Would she even be a woman? Because it seemed if you were a woman, the only thing you were really supposed to want was a man.

The most important thing to strive for in life is some kind of personal and professional achievement. Not as a man or a woman, but as a person.

Man might have identified fire, but women identified the way to enjoy with it.

You know what they say: A woman needs a man about as much as a fish needs a bicycle.

After all, it's woman, who decide, if a man is desirable or undesirable.