Revolution is the festival of the oppressed.

Psychoanalysis is the confession without absolution.

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

After centuries of conditioning of the female into the condition of perpetual girlishness called femininity, we cannot remember what femaleness is.

The compelled mother loves her child as the caged bird sings. The song does not justify the cage nor the love the enforcement.

The blind conviction that we have to do something about other people's reproductive behavior, and that we may have to do it whether they like it or not, derives from the assumption that the world belongs to us, who have so expertly depleted its resources, rather than to them, who have not.

I find that those men who are personally most polite to women, who call them angels and all that, cherish in secret the greatest contempt for them.