If he invited you out, he’s got to pay.

I think any man who lets a woman pick what he should wear… I mean, you gotta draw the line somewhere as a man. I see these guys, ‚My wife told me to wear this!‘ And I just shake my head.

Shame may restrain what law does not prohibit.

The English don’t like concepts, really, not from a pop star. It’s alright if they come from an ‚intellectual,‘, but from a pop star you’re getting ahead of yourself. Part of the class game is that you shouldn’t rise above your station, and to start talking about concepts if you’re in the pop world is getting a bit uppity, isn’t it?

The test of a man or woman’s breeding is how they behave in a quarrel.

Discretion of speech is more than eloquence, and to speak agreeably to him with whom we deal is more than to speak in good words, or in good order.

A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman’s birthday but never remembers her age.

I’ve had a few semi-toxic relationships, but it’s not what I look for when I’m seeing someone.

You can’t buy love, but you can pay heavily for it.

For most of my life I let women do the driving and was happy to let them.

Nowadays, manners are easy and life is hard.

I’m a girls‘ girl. I have guy friends, but the problem with having guy friends is, like, I always get linked to them, and they’ll end up in a slideshow of people I’ve apparently dated on the Internet.

Too often the strong, silent man is silent only because he does not know what to say, and is reputed strong only because he has remained silent.

You aren’t normal if you sing to people. You aren’t a normal person. It’s nerve-racking.

It is impossible, in our condition of Society, not to be sometimes a Snob.

I can’t stand a naked light bulb, any more than I can a rude remark or a vulgar action.

In my house I’m the boss, my wife is just the decision maker.

It is not possible for a man to be elegant without a touch of femininity.

The notion that before you even set out to go to Thailand, you say, ‚I’m not interested,‘ or you’re unwilling to try things that people take so personally and are so proud of and so generous with, I don’t understand that, and I think it’s rude. You’re at Grandma’s house, you eat what Grandma serves you.

Every once in a while I get the highly inappropriate proposal which is like, ‚Wow, Really! You don’t even know me and I don’t know you at all, and you want that to happen? Tonight? Ok, I get off work at 7.30.‘

People who eat with their mouth open should be punched in the face.

Somewhere it is written that parents who are critical of other people’s children and publicly admit they can do better are asking for it.

I’ve never been a boyfriend kind of girl.

Good breeding differs, if at all, from high breeding only as it gracefully remembers the rights of others, rather than gracefully insists on its own rights.

I think, a lot of times when you meet someone, you feel like you need to appear like you’re not interested in them so that they’ll be more interested in you. But what happens when you start showing him that you actually like him? What’s he gonna do then? Play the tape forward; how do you keep a guy like that? I don’t want to sign up for that.

‚Tis strange what a man may do, and a woman yet think him an angel.

I’d love to date somebody cool, fun, funny.

What is the appropriate behavior for a man or a woman in the midst of this world, where each person is clinging to his piece of debris? What’s the proper salutation between people as they pass each other in this flood?

There is nothing in the world like the devotion of a married woman. It is a thing no married man knows anything about.

I have an urge to communicate. I think I’m a change from what it would be like dating a normal guy who doesn’t talk too much.

People like me were supposed to be into exclusivity, unapproachable. That’s what I hate most. I think it’s very demode.

Consider the fellow. He never spends his time telling you about his previous night’s date. You get the idea he has eyes only for you and wouldn’t think of looking at another woman.

I look like a woman, but I think like a man.

I can’t go out with a Republican.

Guests, like fish, begin to smell after three days.

Becoming a ‚Sir‘ is slightly uncomfortable at first, although it is a considerable honor. It is amazing how quickly you become accustomed to it.

The only really happy folk are married women and single men.

Women – always in trouble with them, but can’t live without them.

One does not leave a convivial party before closing time.

If we help an educated man’s daughter to go to Cambridge are we not forcing her to think not about education but about war? – not how she can learn, but how she can fight in order that she might win the same advantages as her brothers?

Single life is so overrated.

Woman’s at best a contradiction still.

I didn’t just invent saying offensive things.

I think what it really is, is that I date creative people. And I think that what intimidates them is not my purse; it’s my mind.

If the standard transsexual person wants to be regarded as he or she, my sense is I’ll address you according to the part that you appear to be playing.

For me, one of the toughest things about Valentine’s Day is that it gets geared up as the day to profess your love. See, T-E-S-T – that’s a bad word that doesn’t go with L-O-V-E.

Brad was a huge surprise to me. I think we were both the last two people who were looking for a relationship. I certainly wasn’t. I was quite content to be a single mom with Mad.

Romance should never begin with sentiment. It should begin with science and end with a settlement.

How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being.

I’m not denyin‘ the women are foolish. God Almighty made ‚em to match the men.

‚Love Story‘ is actually about a guy that I almost dated. But when I introduced him to my family and my friends, they all said they didn’t like him. All of them!

It’s good sportsmanship to not pick up lost golf balls while they are still rolling.

Manners require time, and nothing is more vulgar than haste.

I love to flirt, and I’ve never met a man I didn’t like.

I don’t have a type. I don’t have a specific kind of human being. It’s just kind of an X-factor of sorts. Everybody I’ve ever dated has been a case-by-case situation.

Questions are never indiscreet, answers sometimes are.

Men walk this tightrope where any sign of weakness illicits shame, and so they’re afraid to make themselves vulnerable for fear of looking weak.

For the woman, the man is a means: the end is always the child.

You could tell ‚The Handmaid’s Tale‘ from a male point of view. People have mistakenly felt that the women are oppressed, but power tends to organise itself in a pyramid. I could pick a male narrator from somewhere in that pyramid. It would interesting.

I’ve found that men I’ve dated who are in the same business can be really competitive. I’ve found a great group of girlfriends in the same business who aren’t competitive, but a few times guys have started comparing careers and it has been… challenging.

I’m not the girl who always has a boyfriend. I’m the girl who rarely has a boyfriend.