A wet dream in the mind of New York.
Being a daughter is only half the equation; bearing one is the other.
At fifty the madwoman in the attic breaks loose, stomps down the stairs, and sets fire to the house. She won't be imprisoned anymore.
Really true intimacy is rare and it depends on other things besides sex.
Writing about sex turns out to be just writing about life.
Writing is one of the few professions left where you take all the responsibility for what you do. It's really dangerous and ultimately destroys you as a writer if you start thinking about responses to your work or what your audience needs.