Should he ever write an autobiography, he'd call it The Life and Death of a Male Body. - Philip Roth

You know, the dirty little secret is no longer sex; the dirty little secret is hatred and rage. It's the tirade that's taboo. Odd that this should be so a hundred years after Dostoyevsky (and fifty after Freud), but nobody nice likes to be identified with the stuff. It's the way folks used to feel about fellatio in the good old days. "Me? Never heard of it. Disgusting." But is it "hostile," really, to take a look at the ferocity of the emotion they call "hostility"?

...and then this amazing creature — to whom no one has ever said "Shah!" or "I only hope your children will do the same to you someday!"

When you publish a book, it’s the world’s book. The world edits it.