I’m glad mainstream culture is starting to catch up to where lesbian-feminism was 30 years ago.

It was not a triumphal return. Home, as I had known it, was gone.

I don't know how anyone gets anything done in New York City. I vastly prefer living in the country. I just need a lot of quiet and solitude, and I'm so easily distracted. I mean, the Internet is enough to deal with.

I suppose that a lifetime spent hiding one's erotic truth could have a cumulative renunciatory effect. Sexual shame is in itself a kind of death.

Yeah, I read Judy Blume. My mother didn't like that, but I read it anyhow.

When I was growing up in the 1960s, there was starting to be more books geared towards young adults.

In a narcissistic cathexis, you invest more energy into your ideas about another person than in the actual, objective, external person. So the man who falls in love with beauty is quite different from the man who loves a girl and feels she is beautiful and can see what is beautiful about her.