Mind and body are not to be taken lightly. Their connection is intimate and mysterious, and better mapped by poets than pornographers.

Until quite recently dance in America was the ragged Cinderella of the arts . . .

Natural villains are hard to come by, what with all the shrinks and social-scientist types threatening to understand everybody into the ground.

Letters are expectation packaged in an envelope.

We are on a sexual binge in this country. ... One consequence of this binge is that while people now get into bed more readily and a lot more naturally than they once did, what happens there often seems less important.

Rumor and gossip, like sound itself, appear to travel by wave-effect, sheer preposterosity being no barrier.

The paradox of Reality is that no image is as compelling as the one which exists only in the mind's eye.