Perhaps all artists were, in a sense, housewives: tenders of the earth household. – Erica Jong
When I met my husband, I refused to invite him home for Passover because I was embarrassed my mother might serve all the catered dishes in the wrong order. – Erica Jong
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. – Erica Jong
Take your life in your own hands and what happens? A terrible thing: no one is to blame. – Erica Jong