There was, I think, never any reason to believe in any innate superiority of the male, except his superior muscle.

A man is like a phonograph with half-a-dozen records. You soon get tired of them all; and yet you have to sit at table whilst he reels them off to every new visitor.

A man who has no office to go to-I don't care who he is-is a trial of which you can have no conception.

For many men the denial of dependency on their mother is repeated in their subsequent relationships, sometimes by an absence of any sexual interest in women, sometimes by a pattern of loving and leaving them.

In fact, men are outliving their usefulness. All you need are sperm banks to keep the species going, and those are coming along now. Most men are rotten lovers, women say, so there's not much loss in replacing sex with science.

Like most men, I'm a life support system for a phallus.

Men and melons are hard to know.

When you meet a man, don't you always idly wonder what he'd be like in bed? I do.

Perhaps men could be divided into two kinds - those who take their watches off, and those who leave them on.

Men are like pay phones. Some of them take your money. Most of them don't work, and when you find one that does, someone else is on it.