How withered away one can be from a life of unremitting toil.

I think we ought to decide that man-hating is not only respectable but honorable. To be a misandrist a woman needs considerable ingenuity, originality, and resilience. A misogynist requires no such resources.

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

[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.

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).

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

Sit a man on his ass with nothing to do but eat and the first thing that goes is his mind. It never fails.