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

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.

There are very few heroines in literature who have defined their lives morally rather than romantically and likewise but a handful in film.

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.

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.

The mammary fixation is the most American of the sex fetishes.