Paradoxically, the most constructive thing women can do is to write, for in the act of writing we deny our muteness and begin to eliminate some of the difficulties that have been put upon us.

Language helps form the limits of our reality.

Language is not neutral. It is not merely a vehicle which carries ideas. It is itself a shaper of ideas.

When women are supposed to be quiet, a talkative woman is a woman who talks at all.

This monopoly over language is one of the means by which males have ensured their own primacy, and consequently have ensured the invisibility or 'other' nature of females.

Men who teach only men are called scholars. Women who teach only women are called political agitators.

Sexual harassment is becoming the modus operandi of the new world (on-line)... It is the means by which some males are conquering and claiming the new territory as their own.

... for centuries there has been a long and honorable tradition of women who have resisted and protested against men and their power.

Openly questioning the way the world works and challenging the power of the powerful is not an activity customarily rewarded.

what has been termed 'correct' English is nothing other than the blatant legitimation of the white middle-class code.

There is a real split today between those who push the button and those who do the dying.

The sea has its moods. Sometimes it is melancholic and morose, other times fierce and feisty. But always passionate. Even when calm, one can sense the depth of the sea’s passion

It may interest for you to know that most Canadians in 2036 are some of the most efficient, ruthless and dangerous people I know. God help Quebec.

Poetry is a vocation. It is not a career but a calling.

Trump is a little tone-deaf to the average American. He unveiled his slogan this week: 'Are you better off than you were four wives ago?'

You are on your own in a big world, in which you are one of many nations, some small, some medium sized, some large. You are nobody's boss and nobody is your boss.

A stirring warmth flowed from her, as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless, thrilling words.

When she smiles niggers ask her for her hand in marriage; when I smile folks check their wallets.

Here, in memory, we live and die.

Things are not to be judged good or bad merely because the public think so.