each of us only feels the torn lining of his own coat and sees the wholeness of the other person's.
Erica JongI didn't believe in systems. Everything human was imperfect and ultimately absurd. What did I believe in then? In humor. In laughing at systems, at people, at one's self. In laughing even at one's need to laugh all the time. In seeing life as contradictory, many-sided, various, funny, tragic, and with moments of outrageous beauty. In seeing life as a fruitcake, including delicious plums and bad peanuts, but meant to be devoured hungrily all the same because you couldn't feast on the plums without also sometimes being poisoned by the peanuts.
Erica JongBlocks usually stem from fear of being judged. If you imagine the world is listening, you'll never write a line.
Erica Jong