Erica Jong
Erica Jong
Erica Jongis an American novelist and poet, known particularly for her 1973 novel Fear of Flying. The book became famously controversial for its attitudes towards female sexuality and figured prominently in the development of second-wave feminism. According to Washington Post, it has sold more than 20 million copies worldwide...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth26 March 1942
CityNew York City, NY
CountryUnited States of America
It was the old psychosomatic side-step. Everyone in my family dances it at every opportunity. You've given me a splitting headache! You've given me indigestion! You've given me crotch rot! You've given me auditory hallucinations! You've given me a heart attack! You've given me cancer!
of all the foolish Fears of Humankind, Fear of the Future is by far the most foolish.
I do believe that in every age there are people whose consciousness transcends their own time and that these people, whether fictional or historical, are those with whom we most closely identify and those about whom we most enjoy reading.
Isn't it our job to be appalled by our parents? Isn't it every generation's duty to be dismayed by the previous generation? And to assert that we are different - only to discover later that we are distressingly the same?
Perhaps every generation thinks of itself as a lost generation and perhaps every generation is right.
Genius is a strong aphrodisiac.
If we are all made of God, it is our friends who remind us. We pass the gift of God to them. They pass it back to us when we need it most.
The worst thing about jealousy is how low it makes you reach.
The words carry their own momentum. A confession in motion tends to stay in motion. Newton's first law of jealousy.
This is the sad bed of chosen chastity because you are miles and mountains away.
fame is merely the fact of being misunderstood by millions of people.
Faith is the Knowledge of the Heart, Logick the Knowledge of the Mind.
What makes a Man love Death, Fanny? Is it because he hopes to avert his own by watchin' the Deaths of others? Doth he hope to devour Death by devourin' Executions with his Eyes? I'll ne'er understand it, if I live to be eight hundred Years. The Human Beast is more Beast than Human, 'tis true ...
is there not an Arabick Proverb which goes, 'No one throws Stones at a Barren Tree'?