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

[Madness] is the jail we could all end up in. And we know it. And watch our step. For a lifetime. We behave. A fantastic and entire system of social control, by the threat of example as effective over the general population as detention centers in dictatorships, the image of the madhouse floats through every mind for the course of its lifetime.

We are naïve and moralistic women. We are human beings. Who find politics a blight upon the human condition. And do not know how one copes with it except through politics.

What is the future of the woman's movement How in the hell do I know I don't run it.

Isn't privacy about keeping taboos in their place

I'm slammed with an identity that can no longer say a word; mute with responsibility.

Hostility is expressed in a number of ways. One is laughter.