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

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

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

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.

Inside every adult male is a denied little boy.

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

Because society would rather we always wore a pretty face, women have been trained to cut off anger.