My white skin disgusts me. My passport disgusts me. They are the marks of an insufferable privilege bought at the price of others' agony. If I could peel myself inside out I would be glad. If I could become part of the oppressed I would be free.

In the long run, Women's Liberation will of course free men-but in the short run it's going to COST men a lot of privilege, which no one gives up willingly or easily.

Silence is the first thing within the power of the enslaved to shatter. From that shattering, everything else spills forth.

Crisis can be an addiction as powerful as any other.

people are capable of profound metamorphosis, though unfortunately they rarely avail themselves of this genius, force of habit being an even greater enemy of change than cowardice.

If I had to characterize one quality as the genius of feminist thought, culture, and action, it would be the connectivity.

The egg cackles and lays the chicken.