The fact that educated white women automatically assume that we have similar backgrounds annoys me. We don't. I feel like I'm in a certain kind of drag.

I felt compelled to blow the whistle on the penal system, under the delusion that doing so might result in some change, or at least save a few women from the same fate. Eternally naïve, that's me.

The loss of a sexual life is one of the worst things about getting really old. The worst thing.

My friends in prison were mostly women more like myself: not historical figures who I did not relate to as peers, but hookers and addicts.

One of the principle things life has taught me is that we always have a choice. When we say we "can't," we usually mean we're just not willing to pay the price.

I was addicted to amphetamines at the time I got busted, but I tend to think I was on a determined, self-destruct course that had little to do with the effect of Benzedrine.

I couldn't stand living in a society that admires the emperor's new clothes, when I see so clearly that he is naked.