I'm sure it's why I'm such an odd duck in my feminist generation, because I've always been equally fair to men.

Because society would rather we always wore a pretty face, women have been trained to cut off anger.

It was the promise of men, that around each corner there was yet another man, more wonderful than the last, that sustained me. You see, I had men confused with life. . . . You can't get what I wanted from a man, not in this life.

I like the company of men. I've never been welcome in those groups, but then I would no more go to a consciousness-raising group and talk about my intimate life with my husband than fly to the moon. I never understood all that.

If women really want equality, we have to wipe the slate clean. It no longer matters in the largest sense what men did to us for the last 200 or 300 years.

Women's behavior in handling beauty, even before feminism, was to deny they had any. Don't hate me because I'm beautiful.