Take your life in your own hands and what happens? A terrible thing: no one is to blame. – 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
Poetry is the language we speak in the most terrifying or ecstatic passages of our lives. But the very word poetry scares people. They think of their grade school teachers reciting Hiawatha and they groan. – Erica Jong
I thought to spend my declining years writing poetry and teaching – but that wont pay the Bergdorfs bill. I think Ill move to somewhere life is cheaper. – Erica Jong
When I dance, I dance; when I sleep, I sleep. Nay, and when I walk alone in a beautiful Orchard, if my Thoughts are some part of the Time taken up with strange Occurrences, I some part of the Time call them back again to my Walk, or to the Orchard, to the Sweetness of the Solitude, and to my self. – Michel de Montaigne, “Of Experience,” translated from French by Charles Cotton