There have been women in the past far more daring than we would need to be now, who ventured all and gained a little, but survived after all.

The consequences of militancy do not disappear when the need for militancy is over.

There is no such thing as security. There never has been.

What we ought to see in the agonies of puberty is the result of the conditioning that maims the female personality in creating the feminine.

I think that testosterone is a rare poison.

Because love has been so perverted, it has in many cases come to involve a measure of hatred.

Yet if a woman never lets herself go, how will she ever know how far she might have got? If she never takes off her high-heeled shoes, how will she ever know how far she could walk or how fast she could run?