My knees have always been ugly.

There are poems about the internet and about the shipping forecast but very few by women celebrating men.

Lovers who are free to go when they are restless always come back; lovers who are free to change remain interesting. The bitter animosity and obscenity of divorce is unknown where individuals have not become Siamese twins.

English culture is basically homosexual in the sense that the men only really care about other men.

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

Even crushed against his brother in the Tube the average Englishman pretends desperately that he is alone.

Too many women are forced to abort by poverty, by their menfolk, by their parents. A choice is only possible if there are genuine alternatives.