How can anyone love someone who is less than a full person, unless love itself is domination per se?

...In every realm of male expression and action, violence is experienced and articulated as love and freedom.

For a mother the project of raising a boy is the most fulfilling project she can hope for. She can watch him, as a child, play the games she was not allowed to play; she can invest in him her ideas, aspirations, ambitions, and values - or whatever she has left of them; she can watch her son, who came from her flesh and whose life was sustained by her work and devotion, embody her in the world. So while the project of raising a boy is fraught with ambivalence and leads inevitably to bitterness, it is the only project that allows a woman to be - to be through her son, to live through her son.

We as women know that there are no disembodied processes; that all history originates in human flesh; that all oppression is inflicted by the body of one against the body of another; that all social change is built on the bone and muscle, and out of the flesh and blood, of human creators.

The tragedy is that women so committed to survival cannot recognize that they are committing suicide.

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

Families make possible the super-exploitation of women by training them to look upon their work outside the home as peripheral to their 'true' role.