We live in a true chaos of contradicting authorities, an age of conformism without community, of proximity without communication.

Our life-style contains more Thanatos than Eros, for egotism, exploitation, deception, obsession and addiction have more place in us than eroticism, joy, generosity and spontaneity.

Perhaps women have always been in closer contact with reality than men: it would seem to be the just recompense for being deprived of idealism.

Common morality now treats childbearing as an aberration. There are practically no good reasons left for exercising one's fertility.

The surest guide to the correctness of the path that women take is joy in the struggle. Revolution is the festival of the oppressed.

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?

People who are really happy do not concern themselves with convincing others of the fact.