I liked the idea of being the kind of woman who'd go to the Gobi desert pregnant.

I decided early that I would be a writer when I grew up. That, I thought, was the profession that went with the kind of woman I wanted to become: one who is free to do whatever she chooses.

What kind of woman tries to fat-shame a heavily pregnant woman?

It's a profound thing to watch another human being come out of your body.

When I have an idea, I'm like a pregnant woman. I just have to deliver.

Her skin glowed, her hair was luxurious, her eyes sparkled, and her tits were even more fantastic.