Sex for many has become a sorry business, a mechanical release involving neither discovery nor triumph, stressing human isolation more dishearte-ingly than ever before.

Loneliness is never more cruel than when it is felt in close propinquity with someone who has ceased to communicate.

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

I grew up thinking there was one unpardonable sin – to be boring.

Every woman knows that, regardless of all her other achievements, she is a failure if she is not beautiful.

The house wife is an unpaid employee in her husband's house in return for the security of being a permanent employee.

Bringing up children is not a real occupation, because children come up just the same, brought or not.