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

Inside every adult male is a denied little boy.

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

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.

To say something nice about themselves, this is the hardest thing in the world for people to do.

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