“The sexuality doesn’t end. It really doesn’t. You’re sexual your whole life, if you’re a sexual person.”

Our empathy for others as an excuse to underpay us.

It is the nature of those books we call classics to wait patiently on the shelf for us to grow into them.

Love is love, but marriage is an investment.

Flesh is merely a lesson. We learn it & pass on.

I hope we don’t have to keep going back over the same territory and winning the same rights over and over again. The battle for birth control. The battle for abortion.

Of all the foolish Fears of Humankind, Fear of the Future is by far the most foolish.

A poem (surely someone has said this before) is a one-night stand, a short story a love affair, and a novel a marriage.

We are so scared of being judged that we look for every excuse to procrastinate.

Someday every woman will have orgasms- like every family has color TV- and we can all get on with the business of life.

Freedom is a loose leash, license to be different from your mother and still be loved…Freedom is…not insisting that your daughter share your limitations. Freedom also means letting your daughter reject you when she needs to and come back when she needs to. Freedom is unconditional love.

Friends love misery… our misery is what endears us to our friends.

Really true intimacy is rare and it depends on other things besides sex.

The future is merely a shadow which blocks out the joys of the present and emphasizes the miseries of the past.

No one ever found wisdom without also being a fool. Writers, alas, have to be fools in public, while the rest of the human race can cover its tracks.

There are no atheists on turbulent airplanes.

Art is always an energy exchange.

Every parting gives a foretaste of death, every reunion a hint of the resurrection.

Our life is endless in the way that our visual field is without limit.

If your eyes could speak what stories would it tell? Would it even be able to speak or would it end up choking on all the water?

He was a wildfire burned bright and fast and free.

Not every story has a happy ending.

And in the end, she realized she wasn’t just enough. She was so much more.

Remind yourself that you ended a chapter to start a new one not to re-read the previous one.

Nor can a man any more live, whose Desires are at an end, than he, whose Senses and Imaginations are at a stand.