Some people use bullfights, some the Mass, some art in order to ritualize or transform death into life or at least meaning. But my terror is that life itself is a ritual transforming everything into death.
I’ve known for a long time that hypocrisy is the secret of sanity. You mustn’t let them know you know.
Men stumble over pebbles, never over mountains.
To nourish children and raise them against odds is in any time, any place, more valuable than to fix bolts in cars or design nuclear weapons.
Fear is a question. What are you afraid of and why? Our fears are a treasure house of self-knowledge if we explore them.
My goal in life is to change the entire social and economic structure of western civilization, to make it a feminist world.
All the women I know feel a little like outlaws.
The view of life as a struggle for power generates a language in which life has no significance and only power matters.
Even disasters – there are always disasters when you travel – can be turned into adventures.
The same men who are blind and deaf to feminism are acutely sensitive to what threatens their dominance and privilege.
Women are afraid in a world in which almost half the population bears the guise of the predator, in which no factor – age, dress, or color – distinguishes a man who will harm a woman from one who will not.
All men are rapists and that’s all they are.
Control over a woman is the only form of dominance most men possess, for most men are merely subjects of more powerful men.
I have opened all the doors in my head. I have opened all the pores in my body. But only the tide rolls in.
There was no justice, there was only life. And life she had.
Survival is an art. It requires the dulling of the mind and the senses, and a delicate attunement to waiting, without insisting on precision about just what it is you are waiting for.