I think men have always been afraid of women's sexuality, and the restrictions they put on women testify to that.

We don't have a clear path forward, and that's been the case for feminism since the 18th century, when the idea of the rights of women actually began.

You must find the right voice (or voices) for the timbre that can convince a reader to give himself up to you.

If we can be sufficient unto ourselves, we need fear no entangling webs.

O what is it about having one's own Babe upon one's Hip that makes a Woman wish to go home to her Mother? A Desire to say: 'Look, the Circle is compleat'? A Desire to say: 'Look, I have cross'd the Divide and now am more like you'? A Desire to say: 'Look, this Babe I offer you is my most precious Gift'?

When you start having lunch and actually eating, it's already over.

I knew I was in England by the smell.