My knees have always been ugly.

I didn't fight to get women out from behind vacuum cleaners to get them onto the board of Hoover.

We still make love to organs and not people; that so far from realising that people are never more idiosyncratic, never more totally there when they make love, we re never more incommunicative, never more alone.

Gender reassignment is an exorcism of the mother

Human beings have an inalienable right to invent themselves.

Australia is a huge rest home, where no unwelcome news is ever wafted on to the pages of the worst newspapers in the world.

The struggle which is not joyous is the wrong struggle. The joy of the struggle is not hedonism and hilarity, but the sense of purpose, achievement and dignity.