one of the blessings of adulthood is that one is no longer addressed as a thing.

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

The concept of romantic love affords a means of emotional manipulation which the male is free to exploit, since love is the only circumstance in which the female is (ideologically) pardoned for sexual activity.

Aren't women prudes if they don't and prostitutes if they do?

Life is a publicity stunt. A shill. You've been had.

This is how psychiatry has functioned-as a kind of property arm of the government, who can put you away if your husband doesn't like you.

You have to be a little patient if you're an artist. People don't always get you the first time.