The sixties were characterized by a heady belief in instantaneous solutions.
We cannot settle for the pretenses of connection, or for the parodies of self-love.
I have come to believe over and over again that what is most important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood.
Hatred is a death wish for the hated, not a life wish for anything else.
If you can't change reality, change your perceptions of it.
The fear that we cannot grow beyond whatever distortions we may find within ourselves keeps us docile and loyal and obedient, externally defined, and leads us to accept many facets of our own oppression as women.