Love, love, love — all the wretched cant of it, masking egotism, lust, masochism, fantasy under a mythology of sentimental postures. – Germaine Greer
Man is jealous because of his amour propre woman is jealous because of her lack of it. – Germaine Greer
Even crushed against his brother in the Tube the average Englishman pretends desperately that he is alone. – Germaine Greer
Libraries are reservoirs of strength, grace and wit, reminders of order, calm and continuity, lakes of mental energy, neither warm nor cold, light nor dark…. In any library in the world, I am at home, unselfconscious, still and absorbed. – Germaine Greer