If one could be friendly with women, what a pleasure – the relationship so secret and private compared with relations with men. Why not write about it truthfully?
I am drawn to women who are independent and creative, which is problematic because it’s a struggle, a competition of careers. There’s jealousy.
Men don’t know much about women. We do know when they’re happy. We know when they’re crying, and we know when they’re pissed off. We just don’t know in what order these are gonna come at us.