Sex is the point of contact between man and nature, where morality and good intentions fall to primitive urges.

Feminism has tried to dismiss the femme fatale as a misogynist libel, a hoary cliche. But the femme fatale expresses woman's ancient and eternal control of the sexual realm. The specter of the femme fatale stalks all of men's relationships with women.

When it defines man as the enemy, feminism is alienating women from their own bodies.

Every man harbors an inner female territory ruled by his mother, from whom he can never entirely break free.

Male aggression and lust are the energizing factors in culture. They are men's tools of survival in the pagan vastness of female nature.

Sex at the age of 90 is like playing billiards with a rope

Western man represents himself, on the political or psychological stage, in a spectacular world-theater. Our personality is innately cinematic, light-charged projections flickering on the screen of Western consciousness.

A woman simply is, but a man must become.

Men know they are sexual exiles. They wander the earth seeking satisfaction, craving and despising, never content. There is nothing in that anguished motion for women to envy.