While confronting the problems of the present, I often find myself thinking back to the world of books as it was experienced by the Founding Fathers and the philosophers of the Enlightenment.
All societies on the verge of death are masculine. A society can survive with only one man; no society will survive a shortage of women.
The end of art is peace.
If you don’t like the way the world is, you change it. You have an obligation to change it. You just do it one step at a time.
Women live lives of continual apology. They are born and raised to take the blame for other people’s behavior. If they are treated without respect, they tell themselves that they have failed to earn respect. If their husbands do not fancy them, it is because they are unattractive.
But that citizen’s perception was also at one with the truth in recognizing that the very brutality of the means by which the IRA were pursuing change was destructive of the trust upon which new possibilities would have to be based.
I arrived from Harvard, where I had studied philosophy and the history of ideas, with a bias toward literature and formal thought.
Even if the last move did not succeed, the inner command says move again.
The surest guide to the correctness of the path that women take is joy in the struggle. Revolution is the festival of the oppressed.
Bras are a ludicrous invention; but if you make bralessness a rule, you’re just subjecting yourself to yet another repression.