The occupational hazard of being a Playboy Bunny is the aching facial muscles brought on by obligatory smiles.

We can't change the moon but we can live in harmony with its tides, and we can make some ripples of our own.

I didn't fight to get women out from behind vacuum cleaners to get them onto the board of Hoover.

Older women can afford to agree that femininity is a charade, a matter of colored hair, ecru lace and whalebones, the kind of slap and tat that transvestites are in love with, and no more.

Nature herself is not always unambiguous. Sometimes a girl child may have so well-developed a clitoris that it is assumed she is a boy. Likewise, many male children may be underdeveloped, or their genitals deformed or hidden and it is assumed that they are girls.

The essence of pleasure is spontaneity.

Is it too much to ask that women be spared the daily struggle for superhuman beauty in order to offer it to the caresses of a subhumanly ugly mate?