Long before I became a feminist in any explicit way, I had turned from writing love stories about women in which women were losers, and adventure stories about men in which the men were winners, to writing adventure stories about a woman in which the woman won. It was one of the hardest things I ever did in my life.

....thinking you are attacking society when you condemn or ravage the hypothetical Nice Girl Next Door is the exact equivalent of thinking that stealing from the local supermarket makes you a Communist.

[T]here is one and only one way to possess that in which we are defective, therefore that which we need, therefore that which we want. Become it.

The trouble with men is that they have limited minds. That's the trouble with women, too.

Minority art, vernacular art, is marginal art. Only on the margins does growth occur.

To act in a way both sexist and racist, to maintain one's class privilege, it is only necessary to act in the customary, ordinary, usual, even polite manner.

There are more whooping cranes in the United States of America than there are women in Congress.