My mother wanted me to be her wings, to fly as she never quite had the courage to do. I love her for that. I love the fact that she wanted to give birth to her own wings.
ERICA JONGIf sex and creativity are often seen by dictators as subversive activities, it’s because they lead to the knowledge that you own your own body (and with it your own voice), and that’s the most revolutionary insight of all.
More Erica Jong Quotes
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Memory is the most transient of all possessions. And when it goes, it leaves as few traces as stars that have disappeared.
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Take your life in your own hands, and what happens? A terrible thing: no one to blame.
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I have accepted fear as a part of life – specifically the fear of change… I have gone ahead despite the pounding in the heart that says: turn back.
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Flesh is merely a lesson. We learn it & pass on.
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Though my friends envied me because I always seemed so cheerful and confident, I was secretly terrified of practically everything.
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A poem (surely someone has said this before) is a one-night stand, a short story a love affair, and a novel a marriage.
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Ambivalence is a wonderful tune to dance to. It has a rhythm all its own.
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Breast-feeding may succumb to the bottle; cuddling, fondling, and paediatric visits may also be done by fathers…but when a child needs a mother to talk to, nobody else but a mother will do.
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People are interested in their own sexuality and they’ve always reflected it in their art. End of story.
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To name oneself is the first act of both the poet and the revolutionary.
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What was the point of spending your life with someone you were always looking for ways to decieve?
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In loving life you love what can’t survive.
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Do all women have to keep silent for men to speak? Do all women have to be legless for men to walk?
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Life is full of excuses to feel pain, excuses not to live, excuses, excuses, excuses.
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Divorce is my generation’s coming of age ceremony – a ritual scarring that makes anything that happens afterward seem bearable.
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