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.

The drug which makes sexuality palatable in popular mythology.

If female liberation is to happen, if the reservoir of real female love is to be tapped, this sterile self-deception must be counteracted. The only literary form which could outsell romantic trash on the female market is hard-core pornography.

There has come into existence, chiefly in America, a breed of men who claim to be feminists. They imagine that they have understood what women want and that they are capable of giving it to them. They help with the dishes at home and make their own coffee in the office, basking the while in the refulgent consciousness of virtue. Such men are apt to think of the true male feminists as utterly chauvinistic.

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

The only causes of regret are laziness, outbursts of temper, hurting others, prejudice, jealousy, and envy.

The most popular image of the female despite the exigencies of the clothing trade is all boobs and buttocks, a hallucinating sequence of parabolae and bulges.