» Comedy is tragedy that happens to other people.
» Fine art, that exists for itself alone, is art in a final state of impotence. If nobody, including the artist, acknowledges art as a means of knowing the world, then art is relegated to a kind of rumpus room of the mind and the irresponsibility of the artist and the irrelevance of art to actual living becomes part and parcel of the practice of art.
» The bed is now as public as the dinner table and governed by the same rules of formal confrontation.
» Reading a book is like re-writing it for yourself. You bring to a novel, anything you read, all your experience of the world. You bring your history and you read it in your own terms.
» The notion of a universality of human experience is a confidence trick and the notion of a universality of female experience is a clever confidence trick.
» Midnight, and the clock strikes. It is Christmas Day, the werewolves birthday, the door of the solstice still wide enough open to let them all slink through.
» Women's sexy underwear is a minor but significant growth industry of late-twentieth-century Britain in the twilight of capitalism.
» Just because we're sisters under the skin doesn't mean we've got much in common.
» Mother goddesses are just as silly a notion as father gods. If a revival of the myths of these cults gives woman emotional satisfaction, it does so at the price of obscuring the real conditions of life. This is why they were invented in the first place.
» I think the adjective ''post-modernist'' really means ''mannerist.'' Books about books is fun but frivolous.