It took me years to learn to sit at my desk for more than two minutes at a time, to put up with the solitude and the terror of failure, and the godawful silence and the white paper.

Someday every woman will have orgasms- like every family has color TV- and we can all get on with the business of life.

A concern with 'public morality' is - if not the last refuge of a scoundrel - the first foray of the fascist.

I actually think leaving your children alone to fantasize, to write, to make projects on their own is good for them. Breathing down their necks is a form of control. Children should have their own space.

What all the ads and whorescopes seemed to imply was that if only you took proper care of your smells, your hair, your boobs, your eyelashes, your armpits, your crotch, your stars, your scars, your choice of Scotch in bars - you would meet a beautiful powerful, potent, and rich man who would satisfy every longing, fill every hole, make your heart skip a beat (or stand still), make you misty, and fly you to the moon (preferably on gossamer wings), where you would live totally satisfied forever.

I have forgotten my rave reviews and memorized my vicious ones - like most writers.

What was the point of spending your life with someone you were always looking for ways to decieve?