“Throughout history, females have picked providers for males. Males pick anything.”

Life in the twentieth century is like a parachute jump: you have to get it right the first time.

Once any group in society stands in a relatively deprived position in relation to other groups, it is genuinely deprived.

There is no hierarchy of values by which one culture has the right to insist on all its own values and deny those of another.

The anonymity of the city is one of its strengths as well as – carried too far – one of its weaknesses.

Pigs and cows and chickens and people are all competing for grain.

Sister is probably the most competitive relationship within the family, but once the sisters are grown, it becomes the strongest relationship.

There is no greater power in the world than the zest of a postmenopausal woman.

I think rigid heterosexuality is a perversion of nature.

What people say, what people do, and what they say they do are entirely different things.

Jealousy is not a barometer by which the depth of love can be read. It merely records the degree of the lover’s insecurity.

‎ When a person is born we rejoice, and when they’re married we jubilate, but when they die we try to pretend nothing has happened.

we came to realize that a civilization which rode roughshod over the way of life of other peoples was incorporating evil in its own way of life.

Fathers are biological necessities, but social accidents.

I do not believe in using women in combat, because females are too fierce.

Our first and most pressing problem is how to do away with warfare as a method of solving conflicts between national groups within a society who have different views about how the society is to run.

Every time we liberate a woman, we liberate a man.

It makes you more choosy and also more receptive to absorb anything for 15 seconds.

Smokers, male and female, inject and excuse idleness in their lives every time they light a cigarette.

My mother’s sister was killed in a trolley car accident, so I was raised as one of eight with my sister and six male cousins.

I wish they were like the White Rhinosix of them left in the Serengeti National Park, and all males.

I’m male gigolo. Professionally? I don’t think I’ve ever done anything professionally.

if we are unaware that women even have a history–we live our lives similarly unanchored, drifting in response to a veering wind of myth and bias.

Pakistani feature films are all about catering to the male ego and male fantasy.

If, as women, we accept a philosophy of history that asserts that women are by definition assimilated into the male universal,that we can understand our past through a male lens.