Sex is God's joke on the human race ... if we didn't have sex to make us ridiculous, She would have had to think up something else instead.

Poems, like dreams, are a sort of royal road to the unconscious. They tell you what your secret self cannot express.

The greatest feminists have also been the greatest lovers. I'm thinking not only of Mary Wollstonecraft and her daughter Mary Shelley, but of Anais Nin, Edna St. Vincent Millay, and of course Sappho. You cannot divide creative juices from human juices. And as long as juicy women are equated with bad women, we will err on the side of being bad.

Is there a phrase in the English language more fraught with menace than a tax audit?

If you've been a pretty woman and always pursued by lovers, losing that and not having that - it feels like a great loss.

When you start having lunch and actually eating, it's already over.

Fame means millions of people have the wrong idea of who you are.