Nothing is ever simple. What do you do when you discover you like parts of the role you're trying to escape?

My feelings about men are the result of my experience. I have little sympathy for them. Like a Jew just released from Dachau, I watch the handsome young Nazi soldier fall writhing to the ground with a bullet in his stomach and I look briefly and walk on. I don’t even need to shrug. I simply don’t care. What he was, as a person, I mean, what his shames and yearnings were, simply don’t matter.

I'd discovered you never know yourself until you're tested and that you don't even know you're being tested until afterwards, and that in fact there isn't anyone giving the test except yourself.

Oh, God, why don't I remember that a little chaos is good for the soul?

I believe that all human beings are equal. I believe that no one has the right to authority over anyone else.

Fear is a question. What are you afraid of and why? Our fears are a treasure house of self-knowledge if we explore them.

When a man loses superiority, he loses potency. That's what all this talk about castrating women is about. Castrating women are those who refuse to pretend men are better than they are and better than women are. The simple truth - that men are only equal - can undermine a culture more devastatingly than any bomb. Subversion is telling the truth.