Much of writing might be described as mental pregnancy with successive difficult deliveries.

I can say this: You haven’t lived until you’ve had to wear a triplet pregnancy belly. You would be amazed at what a girl can learn based on the different months of pregnancy to make her character more interesting.

There’s no such thing as second class citizenship. That’s like telling me you can be a little bit pregnant.

It is now quite lawful for a Catholic woman to avoid pregnancy by a resort to mathematics, though she is still forbidden to resort to physics or chemistry.

Walgreens, Rite Aid, CVS and Wal-Mart have all figured out the evolution of life and they grabbed all the products that are necessary for a life. And they stuck them in one aisle and they put them in order according to how you mess up… First thing you’re going to see: condoms. Next to that: lubricant. Next to that: pregnancy test. Next to that: Pampers. Next to that: formula. And at the end of the aisle they sell beer.

I don’t even have a clue as to where to find a pregnancy test. I’m looking at all the aisles… they don’t have one that says ‘oops.

I like trying to get pregnant. I’m not so sure about childbirth.

Investigation may be likened to the long months of pregnancy, and solving a problem to the day of birth. To investigate a problem is, indeed, to solve it.