Women, fire in their crotch, won't burn out, begin by fighting off pricks, end by going wild hunting for one that still works.

What interests me is why men think of women as witches. It's because they're so fascinating and exasperating, so other.

Old age treats freelance writers pretty gently.

A house, having been willfully purchased and furnished, tells us more than a body, and its description is a foremost resource of the art of fiction.

He had a sensation of anxiety and shame, a sensitivity acute beyond usefulness, as if the nervous system, flayed of its old hide of social usage, must record every touch of pain.

For male and female alike, the bodies of the other sex are messages signaling what we must do, they are glowing signifiers of our own necessities.