I hate discussions of feminism that end up with who does the dishes, she said. So do I. But at the end, there are always the damned dishes.

Anyone determined to find another person or group inferior can always find whole lists of grounds that demonstrate inferiority because we are all inferior to the ideals of humanness we have erected.

Oh, God, why don't I remember that a little chaos is good for the soul?

To nourish and raise children against odds is in any time, any place, more valuable than to fix bolts in cars or design nuclear weapons.

Whatever they may be in public life, whatever their relations with men, in their relations with women, all men are rapists and that's all they are. They rape us with their eyes, their laws, their codes.

Nothing is ever simple. What do you do when you discover you like parts of the role you're trying to escape?