Consciousness of exclusion through naming is acute. Identities seem contradictory, partial, and strategic.

Technology is not neutral. We're inside of what we make, and it's inside of us. We're living in a world of connections — and it matters which ones get made and unmade.

We have all been injured, profoundly. We require regeneration, not rebirth, and the possibilities for our reconstitution include the utopian dream of the hope for a monstrous world without gender.

A cyborg is a cybernetic organism, a hybrid of machine and organism, a creature of social reality as well as a creature of fiction.

Why should our bodies end at the skin, or include at best other beings encapsulated by skin?

I’d rather be a cyborg than a goddess.

The boundary between science fiction and social reality is an optical illusion

Though both are bound in the spiral dance, I would rather be a cyborg than a goddess.

The cyborg would not recognize the garden of Eden; it is not made of mud and cannot dream of returning to dust.

By the late twentieth century, our time, a mythic time, we are all chimeras, theorized and fabricated hybrids of machine and organism; in short, we are cyborgs.

Feminist objectivity means quite simply situated knowledges

Writing is a dog’s life, but the only one worth living.

I am more afraid of my own heart than of the pope and all his cardinals. I have within me the great pope self.

I would prefer to write about everything; what else is there? But one must be selective.

I was living a charmed life.

Some people collect butterflies - I love beetles.

Art is the result of a creative impulse derived out of a consciousness of life.

People who accomplish a great many things are people who have freed themselves from biases. These are the creative people.

The liberal says the end of religion is to make man happy while he's alive. And the fundamentalist says the end of religion is to make man happy when he dies.

And I want to say that my grandmother was one of the biggest inspirations in my life. She taught me how to be a real woman, to have strength and self-respect, and to never give those things away.

Once on the streets of New York a woman called the police because her child spoke to me.