People who believe that they are strong-willed and the masters of their destiny can only continue to believe this by becoming specialists in self-deception.

Sentimentality, the ostentatious parading of excessive and spurious emotion, is the mark of dishonesty, the inability to feel.

Nothing is more desirable than to be released from an affliction, but nothing is more frightening than to be divested of a crutch.

Such figures as Boy George do not disturb me nearly so much as do those relentlessly hetero (sexual?) keepers of the keys and seals, those who know what the world needs in the way of order and who are ready and willing to supply that order.

I will no longer take anyone's word for my experience.

It is perfectly possible to be enamoured of Paris while remaining totally indifferent or even hostile to the French.

Women manage, quite brilliantly, on the whole, and to stunning and unforeseeable effect, to survive and surmount being defined by others. They dismiss the definition, however dangerous or wounding it may be-- or even, sometimes, find a way to utilize it.