We are finally driven to monogamy not by morality but by exhaustion. Erica Jong More Quotes by Erica Jong More Quotes From Erica Jong From Roman times to the present, Italy has been a country to fall in love with - a tribute to all that is enduring, crazy, pagan, joyous, melancholy, at once banal and divine, in the human spirit. Erica Jong falling-in-lovecrazycountry Venice, that capital city of dream and intrigue, that double city (one above and seemingly solid, one below, wavering and reflected in the waters), which never disappoints. Erica Jong venicecitiesdream The aim of my writing is to utterly remove the distance between author and reader so that the book becomes a sort of semipermeable membrane through which feelings, ideas, nutrients pass. Erica Jong distancewritingbook language can't be appropriated by one person, one poet. The words belong to all of us. Erica Jong poetlanguagepersons Writing has often been accompanied by terror, silences, and then wild bursts of private laughter that suddenly make all the dread seem worthwhile. Erica Jong laughtersilencewriting Language matters because whoever controls the words controls the conversation, because whoever controls the conversation controls its outcome, because whoever frames the debate has already won it, because telling the truth has become harder and harder to achieve in an America drowning in Orwellian Newspeak. Erica Jong outcomesmatteramerica It's easier to write about pain than about joy. Joy is wordless. Erica Jong painwritingjoy Never joke with the press. Irony does not translate into newsprint. Erica Jong ironyjournalismdoe Each artist or writer who works in Venice comes to believe that the city yields its most special secret to him or her alone. Erica Jong yieldartistbelieve Venice is ever the fragile labyrinth at the edge of the sea and it reminds us how brief and perilous the journeys of our lives are; perhaps that is why we love it so. City of plagues and brief liaisons, city of lingering deaths and incendiary loves, city of chimeras, nightmares, pigeons, bells. You are the only city in the world whose dialect has a word for the shimmer of canal water reflected on the ceiling of a room. Erica Jong citiesjourneysea Poetry is fired by love. Erica Jong poetry-is Perhaps it is because Venice is both liquid and solid, both air and stone, that it somehow combines all the elements crucial to make our imaginations ignite and turn fantasies into realities. Erica Jong veniceairreality Perhaps every generation thinks of itself as a lost generation and perhaps every generation is right. Erica Jong generationslostthinking As long as I'm facing the right direction, it doesn't matter the size of my steps. Erica Jong matterstepslong You must find the right voice (or voices) for the timbre that can convince a reader to give himself up to you. Erica Jong voicewritinggiving When I sit down at my writing desk, time seems to vanish. I think it's a wonderful way to spend one's life. Erica Jong writingwaythinking Isn't that the problem? That women have been swindled for centuries into substituting adornment for love, fashion (as it were) for passion? Erica Jong feministpassionfashion The words carry their own momentum. A confession in motion tends to stay in motion. Newton's first law of jealousy. Erica Jong momentumlawfirsts The worst thing about jealousy is how low it makes you reach. Erica Jong worstlowsinspirational What all the ads and whorescopes seemed to imply was that if only you took proper care of your smells, your hair, your boobs, your eyelashes, your armpits, your crotch, your stars, your scars, your choice of Scotch in bars - you would meet a beautiful powerful, potent, and rich man who would satisfy every longing, fill every hole, make your heart skip a beat (or stand still), make you misty, and fly you to the moon (preferably on gossamer wings), where you would live totally satisfied forever. Erica Jong powerfulstarsbeautiful
