Mother had committed me for life. This is where I felt betrayed the most.

This is how psychiatry has functioned-as a kind of property arm of the government, who can put you away if your husband doesn't like you.

Politics is repetition. It is not change. Change is something beyond what we call politics. Change is the essence politics is supposed to be the means to bring into being.

You may well ask how I expect to assert my privacy by resorting to the outrageous publicity of being one's actual self on paper. There's a possibility of it working if one chooses the terms, to wit: outshouting image-gimmick America through a quietly desperate search for self.

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.

People have a right to their own lives, and if you can't help somebody, you ought to get out of their way.

It would appear that love is dead. Or very likely in a bad way.