All new learning looks at first like chaos.

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

But nothing less than the most radical imagination will carry us beyond this place, beyond the mere struggle for survival, to that lucid recognition of our possibilities which will keep us impatient, and unresigned to mere survival.

The serious revolutionary, like the serious artist, can't afford to lead a sentimental or self-deceiving life.

In a world where language and naming are power, silence is oppression, is violence.

The repossession by women of our bodies will bring far more essential change to human society than the seizing of the means of production by workers.

The word revolution itself has become not only a dead relic of Leftism, but a key to the deadendedness of male politics: the revolution of a wheel which returns in the end to the same place; the revolving door of a politics which has liberated women only to use them, and only within the limits of male tolerance.