The real theater of the sex war is the domestic hearth.

What we ought to see in the agonies of puberty is the result of the conditioning that maims the female personality in creating the feminine.

The essence of pleasure is spontaneity.

The consequences of militancy do not disappear when the need for militancy is over.

Every time a man unburdens his heart to a stranger he reaffirms the love that unites humanity.

As soon as we find ourselves working at being indispensable, rigging up a pattern of vulnerability in our loved ones, we know that our love has taken the socially sanctioned form of egotism.

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