He has let her in not because he genuinely loved her, but only because she played so well into his preconceived fantasies.

Power, however it has evolved, whatever its origins, will not be given up without a struggle.

Women were the slave class that maintained the species in order to free the other half for the business of the world.

Romanticism is a cultural tool of male power to keep women from knowing their conditions.

Men are thinking, writing, and creating, because women were pouring their energy into those men; women are not creating culture because they are occupied with love.

Feminism, when it truly achieves its goals, will crack through the most basic structures of our society.

If women are differentiated only by superficial physical attributes, men appear more individual and irreplaceable than they really are.

(Male) culture was (and is) parasitical, feeding on the emotional strength of women without reciprocity.

All men are selfish, brutal and inconsiderate--and I wish I could find one.

Thus her whole identity hangs in the balance of her love life. She is allowed to love herself only if a man finds her worthy of love.

[U]nless oppressed groups stick together, and on alliances of self interest rather than do-goodism; nothing can be accomplished in the long run to dismantle the apparatus of oppression.

Indeed, it may most verily be saidThat only death and taxes certain are.

Half the fun of writing a novel is finding out from other people later on what you actually meant.

When I was younger, I had a perm, and it was really big. My mom was a hairdresser, so even my dad had a perm! I looked like a poodle, but it was cool at the time.

I had been there before; I knew all about it.

Animals, like us, have rich and spacious interiors. They contain inner landscapes: desert places and lonely canyons, cliffs of madness and rivers or serene awareness that merge in tranquil seas.

Youth will be served, every dog has his day, and mine has been a fine one.

Los Angeles makes the rest of California seem authentic.

What?" It was a good word. Like a rock in a river, sticking up to let you land on it, so you could make your way across the flow.

A universal beauty clothes the world, And one heart seems to beat for all mankind!

You never know how much a man can't remember until he is called as a witness.