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.

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.

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

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.

The older I get...the more of my mother I see in myself.

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