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.

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

Inside every adult male is a denied little boy.

The older I get...the more of my mother I see in myself.

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

To say something nice about themselves, this is the hardest thing in the world for people to do.

When I stopped seeing my mother with the eyes of a child, I saw the woman who helped me give birth to myself.