The fact is that I find more most men are more open, more generous, and much more stimulating than the majority of females I know.

The trouble with censors is that they worry if a girl has cleavage. They ought to worry if she hasn't any.

All men are the same. They just have different faces so that women differentiate them.

A soiled baby with a neglected nose cannot be conscientiously regarded as a thing of beauty.

Let's face it, most pretty girls aren't funny.

I'm in the public eye, so I don't care who knows what I get done. If I see something sagging, dragging, or bagging, I get it sucked, tucked, or plucked.

In movies, I hope women aren't always portrayed as sex symbols. People like Drew Barrymore are paving the way for girls my age. Hopefully I can pave the way for young actresses, too.

A good and true woman is said to resemble a Cremona fiddle: age but increases its worth and sweetens its tone.

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.

Much of the ill-tempered railing against women that has characterized the popular writing of the last two years is a half-hearted attempt to find a way back to a more balanced relationship between our biological selves and the world we have built. So women are scolded both for being mothers and for not being mothers, for wanting to eat their cake and have it too, and for not wanting to eat their cake and have it too.

Man that is of woman born is apt to be as vain as his mother.

She even had a kind of special position among men: she was an exception, she fitted none of the categories they commonly used when talking about girls; she wasn't a cock-teaser, a cold fish, an easy lay or a sneaky bi...; she was an honorary person. She had grown to share their contempt for most women.