The female body is a chthonian machine, indifferent to the spirit who inhabits it.
What I see is not a world of male oppression and female victimization, but an internation conspiracy by women to keep from men the knowledge of men's own frailty. A strange maternal protectiveness is at work.
Today, the ideal male is the gay man and the ideal female is the worker female, the woman who can work in a coal mine just like all the other men.
If civilization had been left in female hands we would still be living in grass huts.
There are no female geniuses because there are no female Jack-the-Rippers.
Male conspiracy cannot explain all female failures. I am convinced that, even without restrictions, there still would have been no female Pascal, Milton, or Kant. Genius is not checked by social obstacles: it will overcome.
Men who shrink from penetration of the female body are paralyzed by justifiable apprehension, since they are returning to our uncanny site of origin.
Women are not in control of their bodies; nature is. Ancient mythology, with its sinister archetypes of vampire and Gorgon, is more accurate than feminism about the power and terror of female sexuality.
Every man harbors an inner female territory ruled by his mother, from whom he can never entirely break free.
The last western society to worship female powers was Minoan Crete. And significantly, that fell and did not rise again.