Instead of being lionized and admired for her genius, instead of being able to earn a decent living as a writer, Andrea Dworkin was misrepresented and demonized.

Power is being able to say complete and utter nonsense and have it be believed, powerlessness is where no matter how much cogent evidence and proof one has, to not be believed.

Postmodernism is an academic theory, originating in academia with an academic elite, not in the world of women and men, where feminist theory is rooted.

Feminism, Socialism, and Communism are one in the same, and Socialist/Communist government is the goal of feminism.

Feminism is built on believing women's accounts of sexual use and abuse by men.

It's mainly a few elite women who benefit greatly from standing with the forces that keep women down.

Sexuality is to feminism what work is to Marxism.

Men, permitted to put words (and other things) in women's mouths, create scenes in which women desperately want to be bound, battered, tortured, humiliated, and killed.

You grow up with your father holding you down and covering your mouth so another man can make a horrible searing pain between your legs.

So the idea that there is nothing essential, in the sense that there are no human universals, is dogma. Ask most anyone who is going to be shot at dawn.

The arena of logic was made by men for men; it was expressly founded on the exclusion of what is not male, as well as what is not Greek, not Christian, nor Western, not Aryan.

We do not live to think, but, on the contrary, we think in order that we may succeed in surviving.

I felt tears pricking inside my eyelids. Maybe I came first With Oliver.

I'm always aware of the camera and it feels like that's the audience.

People think the blues is sad. They hear people moaning and such. That's not the blues. That's just somebody singing slow...The blues is about truth-telling.

It is better that we live ever so Miserably than die in glory.

We religious controllers control in the name of Jesus and it is really painful to people

People are pretty strange.

With the death of Robert Mapplethorpe, I had lost my main collaborator in taking photographs. So I didn't know who to work with.

But times are alter'd; trade's unfeeling train Usurp the land, and dispossess the swain; Along the lawn, where scatter'd hamlets rose, Unwieldy wealth and cumbrous pomp repose.

You talk to the farmers, the ranchers, our small community bankers, and boy, one of the No. 1 issues is the regulations coming out of Washington.