Act quickly, think slowly.

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

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

The castration of women has been carried out in terms of a masculine-feminine polarity, in which men have commandeered all the energy and streamlined it into an aggressive conquistadorial power, reducing all heterosexual contact to a sadomasochistic pattern.

People who are really happy do not concern themselves with convincing others of the fact.

The drug which makes sexuality palatable in popular mythology.

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?