Women have always been seen as waiting: waited to be asked, waiting for our menses, in fear lest they do or do not come, waiting for men to come home from wars, or from work, waiting for children to grow up, or for the birth of a new child, or for menopause.

I keep coming back to you in my head, but you couldn't know that, and I have no carbons.

Reality, the oppressor's tongue.

The mind's passion is all for singling out. Obscurity has another tale to tell.

It is the lesbian in us who is creative, for the dutiful daughter of the fathers in us is only a hack.

We move but our words stand become responsible for more than we intended and this is verbal privilege

I soon began to sense a fundamental perceptual difficulty among male scholars (and some female ones) for which 'sexism' is too facile a term. It is really an intellectual defect, which might be termed 'patrivincialism' or patrochialism': the assumption that women are a subgroup, that men's culture is the 'real' world, that patriarchy is equivalent to culture and culture to patriarchy, that the 'great' or 'liberalizing' periods of history have been the same for women as for men.