Robin Morgan

She touched her fingertip to his wet face and brought away a tear. Amazed, he did the same. He tasted this river his own eyes had rained."It tastes of salt!" he exclaimed. "It tastes like the sea!""Mine too!" she laughed through her own tears, and he touched and tasted hers as well. "It's as if humans kept a sign of the mother sea in ourselves, a secret token of grief or gladness.

Pornography is the theory, and rape is the practice.

There's something contagious about demanding freedom.

Knowledge is power. Information is power. The secreting or hoarding of knowledge or information may be an act of tyranny camouflaged as humility.

We can't destroy the inequities between men and women until we destroy marriage.

Friendship is mutual blackmail elevated to the level of love.