raised' consciousness means lifelong bumping up against a continually receding ceiling. I mean, who ever 'graduates'?

All art is the tension, expressed between the uncontainable and its one perfect inevitable form.

Let's put one lie to rest for all time: the lie that men are oppressed, too, by sexism-the lie that there can be such a thing as men's liberation groups.

I still gasp at the revealing lingo for weapons: erector launchers, thrust ratios; my teeth grind reflexively when Dubya sputters Eye-Rack and Eye-Ran have 'nookyular capabacity.

The women's movement is a non-hierarchical one. It does things collectively and experimentally.

Ordinary is a word that has no meaning.

I am an artist and a political being as well.