I would trade many an art-film classic for the final exchange between Redford and Streisand in front of the Plaza.

For a woman there is nothing more erotic than being understood.

The big lie perpetrated on Western society is the idea of women’s inferiority, a lie so deeply ingrained in our social behaviour that merely to recognize it is to risk unravelling the entire fabric of civilization.

The thought that we are enduring the unendurable is one of the things that keeps us going.

American eroticism has always been of a different provenance and complexion than the European variety, an enjoyment both furtive and bland that is closer to a blushing cartoon than a sensual celebration.

I would trade many an art-film classic for the final exchange between Redford and Streisand in front of the Plaza.

There are two cinemas: the films we have actually seen and the memories we have of them.