I Grew Up Thinking There Was One

We Can't Change The Moon But We Can Live In Harmony With Its Tides, And We Can Make Some Ripples Of Our Own.

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.

Sadness Is The Matrix From Which Wit And Irony Spring; Sadness Is Uncomfortable And Creative, Which Is Why Consumer Society Cannot Tolerate It.

Sex Is More Fun Than Cars But Cars Refuel Quicker Than Men.

If Female Liberation Is To Happen, If The Reservoir Of Real Female Love Is To Be Tapped, This Sterile Self-deception Must Be Counteracted. The Only Literary Form Which Could Outsell Romantic Trash On The Female Market Is Hard-core Pornography.