The Hurting Of Women Is . .

For A Mother The Project Of Raising A Boy Is The Most Fulfilling Project She Can Hope For. She Can Watch Him, As A Child, Play The Games She Was Not Allowed To Play; She Can Invest In Him Her Ideas, Aspirations, Ambitions, And Values - Or Whatever She Has Left Of Them; She Can Watch Her Son, Who Came From Her Flesh And Whose Life Was Sustained By Her Work And Devotion, Embody Her In The World. So While The Project Of Raising A Boy Is Fraught With Ambivalence And Leads Inevitably To Bitterness, It Is The Only Project That Allows A Woman To Be - To Be Through Her Son, To Live Through Her Son.

I Love Books The Way I Love Nature. ... I Can Imagine Now That A Time Will Come, That It Is Almost Upon Us, When No One Will Love Books ... It Is No Accident, I Think, That Books And Nature (as We Know It) May Disappear Simultaneously From Human Experience. There Is No Mind-body Split.

No Phallic Hero, No Matter What He Does To Himself Or To Another To Prove His Courage, Ever Matches The Solitary, Existential Courage Of The Woman Who Gives Birth.

Wild Intelligence Abhors Any Narrow World; And The World Of Women Must Stay Narrow, Or The Woman Is An Outlaw. No Woman Could Be Nietzsche Or Rimbaud Without Ending Up In A Whorehouse Or Lobotomized.

The Cultural Institutions Which Embody And Enforce Those Interlocked Aberrations-for Instance, Law, Art, Religion, Nation-states, The Family, Tribe, Or Commune Based On Father-right-these Institutions Are Real And They Must Be Destroyed.