Living is a compromise, between doing what you want and doing what other people want.

Truth should not be forced; it should simply manifest itself, like a woman who has in her privacy reflected and coolly decided to bestow herself upon a certain man.

There is the fear that you somehow neglected to say what was really yours to say.

Each day, we wake slightly altered, and the person we were yesterday is dead. So why, one could say, be afraid of death, when death comes all the time?

Sex is like money; only too much is enough.

If she’d been born at the right time they would have burned her over in Salem.

The difference between a childhood and a boyhood must be this: our childhood is what we alone have had; our boyhood is what any boy in our environment would have had.