Dreams are the expression of the unconscious while we are asleep.

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

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

No man can be really free in bed with a woman who is not.

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.

I think biologically we are attracted to more than one person, but given society and our needs, monogamy works better.

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