Separation is not the end of love; it creates love.
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.
Fantasy isn't something you run out of.
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.
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.