...you look at me like an emergency

I feel more helpless with you than without you.

We must use what we have to invent what we desire.

Art means nothing if it simply decorates the dinner table of power which holds it hostage.

Language is as real, as tangible, in our lives as streets, pipelines, telephone switchboards, microwaves, radioactivity, cloning laboratories, nuclear power stations.

Re-vision – the act of looking back, of seeing with fresh eyes, of entering an old text from a new critical direction – is for woman more than a chapter in cultural history: it is an act of survival. Until we understand the assumptions in which we are drenched we cannot know ourselves. And this drive to self-knowledge, for women, is more than a search for identity: it is part of our refusal of the self-destructiveness of male-dominated society.

The unconscious wants truth. It ceases to speak to those who want something else more than truth.