I am not sure if love is a salve or just a deeper kind of wound.
Images are ... a kind of emotional shorthand.
Sex has the unparalleled power to make us absurd to ourselves. It also has the power to make us understand transcendence.
Ambivalence is a wonderful tune to dance to. It has a rhythm all its own.
Is a currency worth anything if no one wants it? We used to buy shoes in Italy. Remember?
In a world where women work three times as hard for half as much, our achievement has been denigrated, both marriage and divorce have turned against us, our motherhood has been used as an obstacle to our success, our passion as a trap, our empathy for others as an excuse to underpay us.