Every one of us is prone to implicit sexual prejudices, including women.

Time is not outside us, but inside. Only we live with past, present, and future, and the present is too brief to experience anyway; it is retained afterward and then it is either codified or it slips into amnesia.

Reading is perception as translation. The inert signs of an alphabet become living meanings in the mind.

We sometimes imagine we want what we don't really want.

There's a phenomenology of being sick, one that depends on temperament, personal history, and the culture which we live in.

Women really are not supposed to be imaginative. That creativity of this kind is supposed to belong to men. You know, because women make babies. I find the double standards shocking.

I will turn human anatomy into roses and stars and sea. I will dissect the beloveds body in metaphor.