From my novel, for the ladies:

“What do I know of love?” she said, “I fall plummeting, mad dash into it, then flip the coin and want nothing to do with the guy. It’s all too easy for love to possess a woman. It’s in our blood. Our bodies want to mate and rear children. But if you want to do something with your life, as a woman, if you want to create something—an expression of self, a piece of art—you must fight your own biology whispering in your ear, biology with its gilded, primal tongue. You gotta put men out of your mind, get going on a project, hook your heart to the forward energy of your own talent, and enjoy your trip to the stars.”