My sister said, You're making it hard for all us housewives in Nebraska.

The worst part about prostitution is that you're obliged not to sell sex only, but your humanity. That's the worst part of it: that what you're selling is your human dignity. Not really so much in bed, but in accepting the agreement - in becoming a bought person.

Many women do not recognize themselves as discriminated against; no better proof could be found of the totality of their conditioning.

It may be that a second wave of the sexual revolution might at last accomplish its aim of freeing half the race from its immemorial subordination--and in the process bring us all a great deal closer to humanity. It may be that we shall even be able to retire sex from the harsh realities of politics, but not until we have created a world we can bear out of the desert we inhabit.

The complete destruction of traditional marriage and the nuclear family is the 'revolutionary or utopian' goal of feminism.

You won't do any more housework Then you go to the bin.

What is the natural reaction when told you have a hopeless mental illness? That diagnosis does you in; that, and the humiliation of being there. I mean, the indignity you're subjected to. My God.