...explaining men still assume I am, in some sort of obscene impregnation metaphor, an empty vessel to be filled with their wisdom and knowledge.

The ability to tell your own story, in words or images, is already a victory, already a revolt.

You can use the power of words to bury meaning or to excavate it.

...the Men Who Knew came out of the woodwork.

Like racism, misogyny can never be adequately addressed by its victims alone.

Finding ways to appreciate advances without embracing complacency is a delicate task.

The backlash against feminism remains savage, strong, and omnipresent, but it is not winning. The world has changed profoundly, and it needs to change far more.

At my glummest, I sometimes think women get to chose- between being punished for being unsubjugated and the continual punishment of subjugation.

Were revolutions ever really that we thought them to be?

Despair is a form of certainty, certainty that the future will be a lot like the present or will decline from it.

Yet mad I am not...and very surely do I not dream.

She laughed and said not to confuse pride with nobleness.

In the end, every person's life is a tough act to follow.

It's cool when your husband starts to sing some old Merle Haggard song and I can pop in with a harmony and it doesn't sound too bad.

When I look at someone's face, I look beyond that face and into the cellular memory in my heart that says, 'Finally you and I have met again. And now we must find out why'.

Well, I guess, but I just feel so strong. Actually, it was probably when I was 50 that we were trying to - to get pregnant, and I thought that I could do it then.

All I knew when I moved to Nashville was that I wanted to make music in whatever shape and form I could.

I'm not hurt. I'm pissed off and sexually frustrated.

Chess is a sport. A violent sport.

When there is no such thing as religious culture and moral education, serious social problems such as drug addiction and racism fill the gap.