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

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

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

The cyborg is a kind of disassembled and reassembled, postmodern collective and personal self. This is the self feminists must code.

It's all in her walk, a cartoon swagger. Part Jayne Mansfield, part Muhammad Ali. Men never know if it's an invitation upstairs or an invitation outside.

One chief cause of the amount of unbelief in the world is tha tthose who have seen something of the glory of Christ set themselves to theorize concerning him rather than to obey him.

Turn enemies into friends by doing something nice for them.

To be among people one loves, that's sufficient; to dream, to speak to them, to be silent among them, to think of indifferent things; but among them, everything is equal.

Seek to see and feel the gospel as bigger as years go by rather than smaller. Never let the gospel get smaller in your heart.

The most important piece in the house is the garbage can.

I like to think of myself as a very passionate person, and as very determined.

To stumble twice against the same stone, is a proverbial disgrace. [Lat., Culpa enim illa, bis ad eundem, vulgari reprehensa proverbio est.]

She was feeling her bohemian oats.