#th

I don't cook. My mother didn't cook. My daughter doesn't cook. ↗

— Erica Jong

#daughter #i #mother

Friends love misery, in fact. Sometimes, especially if we are too lucky or too successful or too pretty, our misery is the only thing that endears us to our friends. ↗

— Erica Jong

#especially #fact #friends #in fact #love

I write lustily and humorously. It isn't calculated; it's the way I think. I've invented a writing style that expresses who I am. ↗

— Erica Jong

#calculated #expresses #i #i am #i think

No one ever found wisdom without also being a fool. Writers, alas, have to be fools in public, while the rest of the human race can cover its tracks. ↗

— Erica Jong

#also #being #cover #ever #fool

Perhaps all artists were, in a sense, housewives: tenders of the earth household. ↗

— Erica Jong

#earth #household #housewives #perhaps #sense

When I was a ten-year old bookworm and used to kiss the dust jacket pictures of authors as if they were icons, it used to amaze me that these remote people could provoke me to love. ↗

— Erica Jong

#authors #could #dust #i #icons

All my forebears worked for a living. My grandfather painted portraits. My mother too. My aunt painted seascapes. ↗

— Erica Jong

#forebears #grandfather #living #mother #painted

I remember everything but forgive anyway. ↗

— Erica Jong

#everything #forgive #i #i remember #remember

I thought to spend my declining years writing poetry and teaching - but that won't pay the Bergdorf's bill. I think I'll move to somewhere life is cheaper. ↗

— Erica Jong

#cheaper #declining #i #i think #life

Is a currency worth anything if no one wants it? We used to buy shoes in Italy. Remember? ↗

— Erica Jong

#buy #currency #italy #remember #shoes