I'm very unhappy when I'm not writing.

This is an inevitable and easily recognizable stage in every revolutionary movement: reformers must expect to be disowned by those who are only too happy to enjoy what has been won for them.

A story is how we construct our experiences.

Hitler admired Stalin, quite properly seeing himself as a mere infant in crime compared to his great exemplar.

We use our parents like recurring dreams, to be entered into when needed.

For women like me, integrity isn't chastity, it isn't fidelity, it isn't any of the old words. Integrity is the orgasm. That is something I haven't any control over.

All sanity depends on this: that it should be a delight to feel heat strike the skin, a delight to stand upright, knowing the bones moving easily under the flesh.