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Erica Jong
March 26, 1942 -
Nationality: American
Category: Novelist
Subcategory: American Novelist

And the trouble is, if you don't risk anything, you risk even more.


It is the city of mirrors, the city of mirages, at once solid and liquid, at once air and stone.


I write lustily and humorously. It isn't calculated; it's the way I think. I've invented a writing style that expresses who I am.


In a bad marriage, friends are the invisible glue. If we have enough friends, we may go on for years, intending to leave, talking about leaving - instead of actually getting up and leaving.


Men have always detested women's gossip because they suspect the truth: their measurements are being taken and compared.


Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer but wish we didn't.


Where is Hollywood located? Chiefly between the ears. In that part of the American brain lately vacated by God.


Show me a woman who doesn't feel guilty and I'll show you a man.


Perhaps all artists were, in a sense, housewives: tenders of the earth household.


Women are the only exploited group in history to have been idealized into powerlessness.


Friends love misery, in fact. Sometimes, especially if we are too lucky or too successful or too pretty, our misery is the only thing that endears us to our friends.


Take your life in your own hands, and what happens? A terrible thing: no one to blame.


Men and women, women and men. It will never work.


Every country gets the circus it deserves. Spain gets bullfights. Italy gets the Catholic Church. America gets Hollywood.


Singularity shows something wrong in the mind.


He who can take advice is sometimes superior to him who can give it.


Ambivalence is a wonderful tune to dance to. It has a rhythm all its own.


The stones themselves are thick with history, and those cats that dash through the alleyways must surely be the ghosts of the famous dead in feline disguise.


You take your life in your own hands, and what happens? A terrible thing: no one to blame.


There is still the feeling that women's writing is a lesser class of writing, that what goes on in the nursery or the bedroom is not as important as what goes on in the battlefield, that what women know about is a less category of knowledge.


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