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.

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

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

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

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.

Oh, I know all about my mother and me,' you may say. 'All that business with my mother was over years ago.' You don't and it wasn't.

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.