Feminism is dead. The movement is absolutely dead. The women's movement tried to suppress dissident voices for way too long. There's no room for dissent.

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 only service to be done for our downtrodden sisters and brother, is to give them education to develop their individuality. We must give them ideas, alongside cultivating their living conditions.

A confused mind is one that is open to the possibility of change.

His age was indeterminate. But in cynicism and general world weariness, which is a sort of carbon dating of the personality, he was about seven thousand years old.

Thank God we're living in a country where the sky's the limit, the stores are open late and you can shop in bed thanks to television.

I've won several Emmys, a Tony and a Grammy so maybe somebody will let me have an Oscar, and then I'll have a full set.

Only after people express their anger and sadness over the broken dreams of material prosperity will they turn to the task of building a sustainable economy.

Scars remind us where we've been - they don't have to dictate where we are going.

Who will win the League? It's a toss of a coin between three of them.

In the hospital, I promised myself that I ever walked again, that I would eat well and swim every day.

The fears you don’t face control you. The fears you face, you move beyond.