The strangest thing about humans is the way they pair up, males and females. Constantly at war with each other, never content to leave each other alone. They never seem to grasp the idea that males and females are separate species with completely different needs and desires, forced to come together only to reproduce.

When have you ever seen someone who had no doubts who was also correct about anything?'

Those who know each other only through symbolic representations are forced to imagine each other. And because their imagination is imperfect, they are often wr…

I carry the seeds of death with me and plant them wherever I linger long enough to love. My parents died so others could live; now I live, so others must die.

Women complain about sex more often than men. Their gripes fall into two major categories: (1) Not enough. (2) Too much.

It's hard for a man to turn down sex : if they chase us, we can't run that fast.

And in spite of David and Jonathan, Hamlet and Horatio, Caesar and Antony, Bush and Blair, women have a greater gift, I think, for friendship.