Celibacy is the worst form of self-abuse.
Look at it this way: Psychoanalysis is a permanent fad.
Life is a crowded superhighway with bewildering cloverleaf exits on which a man is liable to find himself speeding back in the direction he came.
The writer can only explore the inner space of his characters by perceptively navigating his own.
Marriage has driven more than one man to sex.
When I can no longer bear to think of the victims of broken homes, I begin to think of the victims of intact ones.