All my writing has been an effort to sort out the paradoxes of my life.

I'm sure it's why I'm such an odd duck in my feminist generation, because I've always been equally fair to men.

I like the company of men. I've never been welcome in those groups, but then I would no more go to a consciousness-raising group and talk about my intimate life with my husband than fly to the moon. I never understood all that.

Blaming mother is just a negative way of clinging to her still.

Separation is not the end of love; it creates love.

After sex, men fear too much intimacy; they want to separate again. Women want to talk, to continue the merging, melting fusion into one. Postcoital conversations keep the woman's power alive. Through unconscious severance, by falling asleep, the man regains his self.

If women really want equality, we have to wipe the slate clean. It no longer matters in the largest sense what men did to us for the last 200 or 300 years.