However muted its present appearance may be, sexual dominion obtains nevertheless as perhaps the most pervasive ideology of our culture and provides its most fundamental concept of power.

They are more beautiful than anything in the world, kinetic sculptures, perfect form in motion.

Isn’t privacy about keeping taboos in their place?

I was supposed to be women’s lib, and now I’d exceeded it and gone over into international politics.

Because of our social circumstances, male and female are really two cultures and their life experiences are utterly different.

In those days, when you got boxed, that was it. A lot of old people were there because somebody wanted the farm. It was about property. People are treated like property.

Politics is repetition. It is not change. Change is something beyond what we call politics. Change is the essence politics is supposed to be the means to bring into being.

We are women. We are a subject people who have inherited an alien culture.

The concept of romantic love affords a means of emotional manipulation which the male is free to exploit, since love is the only circumstance in which the female is (ideologically) pardoned for sexual activity.

The involuntary character of psychiatric treatment is at odds with the spirit and ethics of medicine itself.

My sister said, You’re making it hard for all us housewives in Nebraska.

This is how psychiatry has functioned-as a kind of property arm of the government, who can put you away if your husband doesn’t like you.

I’m slammed with an identity that can no longer say a word; mute with responsibility.

It was horrifying. You wouldn’t believe how people are treated there. You could see that these people had withdrawn so far that they just lived in their own minds. They did terrible things to themselves.

We’re more sexually repressed than men, having been given a much more strict puritanical code of behavior than men ever have.

Many women do not recognize themselves as discriminated against; no better proof could be found of the totality of their conditioning.

We are naive and moralistic women. We are human beings who find politics a blight upon the human condition. And do not know how one copes with it except through politics.

Psychiatry causes so much death.

It would appear that love is dead. Or very likely in a bad way.

What is the future of the woman’s movement? How in the hell do I know? I don’t run it.

You won’t do any more housework? Then you go to the bin.

With the first act of cruelty committed in the name of revolution, with the first murder, with the first purge and execution, we have lost the revolution.

Aren’t women prudes if they don’t and prostitutes if they do?

Men and women were declared equal one morning and everybody could divorce each other by postcard.

However muted its present appearance may be, sexual dominion obtains nevertheless as perhaps the most pervasive ideology of our culture and provides its most fundamental concept of power.

As women, we’re probably more protective of children. Also, we’ve been minors all of our history.

Everybody believes in psychiatry; it’s supposed to be for our own good. Let psychiatry prove that anybody has an illness, and I’d concede, but there is no physical proof.

This country is becoming increasingly authoritarian. It’s based on capital punishment.

What is the natural reaction when told you have a hopeless mental illness? That diagnosis does you in; that, and the humiliation of being there. I mean, the indignity you’re subjected to. My God.

A sexual revolution begins with the emancipation of women, who are the chief victims of patriarchy, and also with the ending of homosexual oppression.

They weren’t crazy. They were tired of being locked up. Even I could see that.

The great mass of women throughout history have been confined to the cultural level of animal life in providing the male with sexual outlet and exercising the animal functions of reproduction and care of the young.

What is our freedom fight about? Is it about the liberation of children or just having sex with them?

Mother had committed me for life. This is where I felt betrayed the most.

I saw hell. The hospital had divided and conquered pretty successfully.