The failure of women to produce great works of art and all that can be explained in terms of this statement. Insofar as she escapes or rejects her co… - Germaine Greer

Love, love, love – all the wretched cant of it, masking egotism, lust, masochism, fantasy under a mythology of sentimental postures, a welter of self-induced miseries and joys, blinding and masking the essential personalities in the frozen gestures of courtship, in the kissing and the dating and the desire, the compliments and the quarrels which vivify its barrenness.

The blind conviction that we have to do something about other people’s reproductive behaviour, and that we may have to do it whether they like it or not, derives from the assumption that the world belongs to us, who have so expertly depleted its resources, rather than to them, who have not.

The occupational hazard of being a Playboy Bunny is the aching facial muscles brought on by obligatory smiles.