I take back all I ever said about the Old Masters. They give great lessons.
I refuse to pronounce the names of possession and nonpossession.
There was a time when you were not a slave, remember that. You walked alone, full of laughter, you bathed bare-bellied. You say you have lost all recollection of it, remember. . . You say there are no words to describe this time, you say it does not exist. But remember. Make an effort to remember. Or, failing that, invent.
For there is no sex. There is but sex that is oppressed and sex that oppresses. It is oppression that creates sex and not the contrary.
Language casts sheaves of reality upon the social body, stamping it and violently shaping it.
The category of sex is the political category that founds society as heterosexual.
. . . I am with fire between my teeth and still nothing but my blank page.
I think I may boast myself to be, with all possible vanity, the most unlearned and uninformed female who ever dared to be an authoress.
The supreme quality of leadership is integrity.
I didn't really have a plan of attack when I got in college.
It's considered very, very bad karma, if I can cut to the chase, to take power from a teacher and not use it for something very positive.