In a baby's first months, the earliest patterns of intimacy or distrust are forever grooved into his soul.

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.

Do women dress for men or women? I’ve always wondered why that eternally provocative question is put in terms of approval - as if the heart of the matter, the answer, were indeed a question of approval by either sex. But the question is never satisfactorily answered because it is incorrectly posed. It’s disapproval, the fear of it, that motivates most women, and with disapproval it doesn’t matter where it comes from.

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

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

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.