I'm not afraid of the press or the Militia.

Little girls and boys, barefooted, walked up and down between the endless rows of spindles, reaching thin little hands into the machinery to repair snapped threads

I have never had a vote, and I have raised hell all over this country. You don't need a vote to raise hell! You need convictions and a voice!

Men's hearts are cold. They are indifferent.

I went West and took part in the strike of the machinists - the Southern Pacific Railroad, the corporation that swung California by its golden tail, that controlled its legislature, its farmers, its preachers, its workers.

My teachers treated me as a diamond in the rough, someone who needed smoothing.

I preferred sewing to bossing little children.