There are plenty of images of women in science fiction. There are hardly any women.

When one culture has the big guns and the other has none, there is a certain predictablity about the outcome.

... chastity is not given once and for all like a wedding ring that is put on never to be taken off, but is a garden which each day must be weeded, watered, and trimmed anew, or soon there will be only brambles and wilderness.

I once asked a young dissertation writer whether her suddenly grayed hair was due to ill health or personal tragedy; she answered: “It was the footnotes”.

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

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

And middle-class women, although taught to value established forms, are in the same position as the working class: neither can use established forms to express what the forms were never intended to express (and may very well operate to conceal).