There is no place on earth, no day or night, no hour or minute, when one is not a Jew or a woman.

The hurting of women is . . . basic to the sexual pleasure of men.

Undernourished, intelligence becomes like the bloated belly of a starving child: swollen, filled with nothing the body can use.

Being stigmatied by sex is being marked by its meaning in a human life of loneliness and imperfection, where some pain is indelible.

The traditional flowers of courtship are the traditional flowers of the grave, delivered to the victim before the kill. The cadaver is dressed up and made up and laid down and ritually violated and consecrated to an eternity of being used.

Feminist art... will take the great human themes – love, death, heroism, suffering, history itself – and render them fully human.

Money speaks, but it speaks with a male voice.