The compelled mother loves her child as the caged bird sings. The song does not justify the cage nor the love the enforcement.
Supergroupies don't have to hang around hotel corridors. When you are one, as I have been, you get invited backstage.
The house wife is an unpaid employee in her husband's house in return for the security of being a permanent employee.
Women live lives of continual apology. They are born and raised to take the blame for other people's behavior. If they are treated without respect, they tell themselves that they have failed to earn respect. If their husbands do not fancy them, it is because they are unattractive.
Revolution is the festival of the oppressed.
You're only young once, but you can be immature forever.
All societies on the verge of death are masculine. A society can survive with only one man; no society will survive a shortage of women.
Freedom is fragile and must be protected. To sacrifice it, even as a temporary measure, is to betray it.
The essence of pleasure is spontaneity.
Loneliness is never more cruel than when it is felt in close propinquity with someone who has ceased to communicate.
Developing the muscles of the soul demands no competitive spirit, no killer instinct, although it may erect pain barriers that the spiritual athlete must crash through.
Even crushed against his brother in the Tube the average Englishman pretends desperately that he is alone.
Rescuing women from their burden of unwarranted guilt is going to require 'educational practices and socializing agents' even more effective than the ones that have been relentlessly loading female humans with responsibility for other people's behavior from their earliest childhood.
We in the West do not refrain from childbirth because we are concerned about the population explosion or because we feel we cannot afford children, but because we do not like children.
Man is jealous because of his amour propre; woman is jealous because of her lack of it.
Libraries are reservoirs of strength, grace and wit, reminders of order, calm and continuity, lakes of mental energy, neither warm nor cold, light nor dark.
Yet if a woman never lets herself go, how will she ever know how far she might have got? If she never takes off her high-heeled shoes, how will she ever know how far she could walk or how fast she could run?
Security is when everything is settled, when nothing can happen to you; security is the denial of life.
One may not reach the dawn save by the path of the night.
Guilt is one side of a nasty triangle; the other two are shame and stigma. This grim coalition combines to inculpate women themselves of the crimes committed against them.