I love all women. Women are sublime beings. I love all of it: their eyes, their noses, their bodies.

All the American women had purple noses and gray lips and their faces were chalk white from terrible powder. I recognized that the United States could be my life's work.

In love, women are professionals, men are amateurs.

I love women.

My dream of society is a society where women are free and proud of their bodies.

It seems to me that there are two kinds of trickery: the "fronts" people assume before one another's eyes, and the "front" a writer puts on the face of reality.