Inside every adult male is a denied little boy.

The debt of gratitude we owe our mother and father goes forward, not backward. What we owe our parents is the bill presented to us by our children.

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

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.

Spontaneous love admits errors, hesitations and human failings. It can be tested and repaired.

Inside every adult male is a denied little boy.

When is enough enough? In envy's eyes, enough never is. Somebody else always has something we want.