The older woman's love is not love of herself, nor of herself mirrored in a lover's eyes, nor is it corrupted by need. It is a feeling of tenderness so still and deep and warm that it gilds every grass blade and blesses every fly. It includes the ones who have a claim on it, and a great deal else besides. I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

Security is the denial of life

The drug which makes sexuality palatable in popular mythology.

The management of fertility is one of the most important functions of adulthood.

Revolution is the festival of the oppressed.

Love, love, love - all the wretched cant of it, masking egotism, lust, masochism, fantasy under a mythology of sentimental postures.

Bras are a ludicrous invention; but if you make bralessness a rule, you're just subjecting yourself to yet another repression.