A liberation struggle is like a struggle against dirt. No matter what type of bath you takein three weeks you'll smell like you've never seen a bathtub. What we don't understand about a liberation struggle is you never win it, any more than you "win" clean dishes. As soon as you eat on them, the dishes are dirty again.

I know we're termites. But if all the termites got together, the house would fall down.

Prostitutes don't sell their bodies, they rent their bodies. Housewives sell their bodies when they get married.

You've got to rattle your cage door. You've got to let them know that you're in there, and that you want out. Make noise. Cause trouble. You may not win right away, but you'll sure have a lot more fun.

Horizontal hostility may be expressed in sibling rivalry or in competitive dueling which wrecks not only office tranquility or suburban domesticity but also some radical political groups and, it must be sadly said, some women's liberation groups. ... [it is] misdirected anger that rightly should be focused on the external causes of oppression.

Here I am a woman attorney being told I can't practice law in slacks by a judge dressed in drag.

Being a mother is a noble status, right? Right. So why does it change when you put 'unwed' or 'welfare' in front of it?