Writers are always at the edge of the inferno, and the fire is licking at our toes. Luckily, this turns us on!
Erica JongAt fifty the madwoman in the attic breaks loose, stomps down the stairs, and sets fire to the house. She won't be imprisoned anymore.
Erica JongIt is the city of mirrors, the city of mirages, at once solid and liquid, at once air and stone.
Erica JongBack in the days when men were hunters and chest beaters and women spent their whole lives worrying about pregnancy or dying in childbirth, they often had to be taken against their will. Men complained that women were cold, unresponsive, frigid... They wanted their women wanton. They wanted their women wild. Now women were finally learning to be wanton and wild - and what happened? The men wilted.
Erica Jong