In any triangle, who is the betrayer, who the unseen rival, and who the humiliated lover? Oneself, oneself, and no one but oneself!
Erica JongYou must have a certain amount of maturity to be a poet. Seldom do sixteen-year-olds know themselves well enough.
Erica JongHarriet van Horne He makes love to me expertly, mechanically, coldly... He's pressing all my buttons, as if I were a pocket calculator.
Erica Jong