Women will never be taken seriously until they accept full responsibility for their sexuality.

History shows that male homosexuality, which like prostitution flourishes with urbanization and soon becomes predictably ritualized, always tends toward decadence.

The moment is ripe for an experienced businessman to talk practical, prudent economics to the electorate - which is why Mitt Romney's political fortunes are steadily being resurrected from the grave.

Women's studies is a comfy, chummy morass of unchallenged groupthink . It is, with rare exception, totally unscholarly. Academic feminists have silenced men and dissenting women.

There is no female Mozart because there is no female Jack the Ripper.

Rule of art: Cant kills creativity!

Human life began in flight and fear. Religion rose from rituals of propitiation, spells to lull the punishing elements.

Women are in league with each other, a secret conspiracy of hearts and pheromones

Promiscuity in men may cheapen love but sharpen thought. Promiscuity in women is illness, a leakage of identity.

Daytime soap operas, which I used to adore, have been declining in quality and importance for over a decade, and I gradually stopped monitoring them.

If civilization had been left in female hands we would still be living in grass huts.

The true alchemists do not change lead into gold

Only when we learn to value the differences among us can we achieve the true spirit of humanity.

I sure would like to get kissed.How would that feel on my mouth, How different would I be after, a changed climate down in my insides?

Some people say we have thirteen albums that all sound the same. That isn't true. We have fourteen albums that all sound the same.

Being a seeker means no matter what the Vedas said, what Krishna or Shiva said, you have to know the truth in your own experience.

I've always done 'the wrong thing' and had a pretty wonderful time doing it.

But the God of the Bible is not only One, but the only possible One.

And the truth is, I’d felt kind of a thrill about wearing Jason’s Big Boy pants. I was a sick kid, even way back then.

His name was George F. Babbitt, and . . . he was nimble in the calling of selling houses for more than people could afford to pay.

There's a joy in writing short stories, a wonderful sense of reward when you pull certain things off.