Men exist on the planet. We have to deal with them at some point.

Men exist on the planet. We have to deal with them at some point.

I like European and South American literature, but mostly I read nonfiction.

A wild appreciation of men and women . . . who passionately and fearlessly and recklessly redefine romance. . . . The passionate creatures who refuse to play it safe and settle down now have an intelligent, like-minded advocate.

Talk to people who know more than you. I feel like we're in this stupid sea of opinion, like "My opinion is valid because it's mine and I have it."

I understand maybe some people are more impressionable than my hard, cynical self, but maybe they need to figure out how to be less of that.

Feminism now seems to be defined as success is defined: as being as good at capitalism as men are. I feel very estranged from it.