There are only moments. Live in this one. The happiness of these days.

People have a right to their own lives, and if you can't help somebody, you ought to get out of their way.

Many women do not recognize themselves as discriminated against; no better proof could be found of the totality of their conditioning.

During depression the world disappears. Language itself. One has nothing to say. Nothing. No small talk, no anecdotes. Nothing can be risked on the board of talk. Because the inner voice is so urgent in its own discourse: How shall I live? How shall I manage the future? Why should I go on?

In sex one wants or does not want. And the grief, the sorrow of life is that one cannot make or coerce or persuade the wanting, cannot command it, cannot request it by mail order or finagle it through bureaucratic channels.

Isn't privacy about keeping taboos in their place

My sister said, You're making it hard for all us housewives in Nebraska.