People are interested in their own sexuality and they’ve always reflected it in their art. End of story.
ERICA JONGBefore things are written down they don’t exist in quite the same way. The act of fixing them in words gives them a kind of currency that can be traded.
More Erica Jong Quotes
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It takes courage to lead a life. Any life.
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I am old enough to know that laughter, not anger, is the true revelation.
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It’s easier to write about pain than about joy. Joy is wordless.
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I vowed to give up sex, bacon, and air travel if I ever made it back to terra firma in one piece.
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Often I find that poems predict what I’m going to do later in my own writing, and often I find that poems predict my life. So I think poetry is the most intense expression of feeling that we have.
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I see that the greatest thing about getting older is how your judgment changes and how you come to understand the cycles of life. And you keep having these amazing flashes of understanding.
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To name oneself is the first act of both the poet and the revolutionary.
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Life has no plot. It is by far more interesting than anything you can say about it.
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Every time we hit an air pocket and the plane dropped about five hundred feet (leaving my stomach in my mouth)
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Women are the only exploited group in history to have been idealized into powerlessness.
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The truth is simple, you do not die from love. You only wish you did.
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It is the nature of those books we call classics to wait patiently on the shelf for us to grow into them.
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There is a rhythm to the ending of a marriage just like the rhythm of a courtship, only backward.
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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.
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The greatest feminists have also been the greatest lovers. I’m thinking not only of Mary Wollstonecraft and her daughter Mary Shelley, but of Anais Nin, Edna St. Vincent Millay, and of course Sappho.
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