Over and over again, stories in women's magazines insist that women can know fulfillment only at the moment of giving birth to a child. They deny the years when she can no longer look forward to giving birth, even if she repeats the act over and over again. In the feminine mystique, there is no other way for a woman to dream of creation or of the future. There is no other way she can even dream about herself, except as her children's mother, her husband's wife.

No woman gets an orgasm from shining the kitchen floor.

It is frightening when a woman finally realizes that there is no answer to the question 'who am I' except the voice inside herself.

The man who is extremely and dangerously hungry has no other interest but food. Capacities not useful for the satisfying of hunger are pushed into the background. 'But what happens to man's desires when there is plenty of food and his belly in chronically filled? At once, other (and higher) needs emerge and these, rather than the psychological hungers, dominate the organism.

I love newspapers. I've worked on newspapers, all my life. I've always loved it.

Today the problem that has no name is how to juggle work, love, home and children.

It is easier to live through someone else than to become complete yourself.