Human beings have an inalienable right to invent themselves; when that right is pre-empted it is called brain-washing.
Libraries are reservoirs of strength, grace and wit, reminders of order, calm and continuity, lakes of mental energy, neither warm nor cold, light nor dark.
I have always been principally interested in men for sex. I've always thought any sane woman would be a lover of women because loving men is such a mess. I have always wished I'd fall in love with a woman. Damn.
Freud is the father of psychoanalysis. It had no mother.
Perhaps women have always been in closer contact with reality than men: it would seem to be the just recompense for being deprived of idealism.
Rescuing women from their burden of unwarranted guilt is going to require 'educational practices and socializing agents' even more effective than the ones that have been relentlessly loading female humans with responsibility for other people's behavior from their earliest childhood.
All societies on the verge of death are masculine. A society can survive with only one man; no society will survive a shortage of women.
The essence of pleasure is spontaneity.
Until women themselves reject stigma and refuse to feel shame for the way others treat them, they have no hope of achieving full human stature.
Marriage made more sense when it was indissoluble. It's the woman trying to cope with the strains of a one-parent family who will suffer most from the relaxation of the divorce laws.
The sight of women talking together has always made men uneasy; nowadays it means rank subversion.
I think that testosterone is a rare poison.
Guilt is one side of a nasty triangle; the other two are shame and stigma. This grim coalition combines to inculpate women themselves of the crimes committed against them.
The house wife is an unpaid employee in her husband's house in return for the security of being a permanent employee.
Australia is a huge rest home, where no unwelcome news is ever wafted on to the pages of the worst newspapers in the world.
