How crazy craziness makes everyone, how irrationally afraid. The madness hidden in each of us, called to, identified, aroused like a lust. And against that the jaw sets. The more I fear my own insanity the more I must punish yours.

Men and women were declared equal one morning and everybody could divorce each other by postcard

The image of the woman as we know it is an image created by men and fashioned to suit their needs.

Life is a publicity stunt. A shill. You've been had.

Ah, but depression - that is what we all hate. We the afflicted. Whereas the relatives and shrinks, the tribal ring, they rather welcome it: you are quiet and you suffer.

Mystical state, madness, how it frightens people. How utterly crazy they become, remote, rude, peculiar, cruel, taunting, farouche as wild beasts who have smelled danger, the unthinkable.

We are women. We are a subject people who have inherited an alien culture.