Quotes from Germaine Greer

The drug which makes sexuality palatable in popular mythology.

Because love has been so perverted, it has in many cases come to involve a measure of hatred.

Human beings have an inalienable right to invent themselves; when that right is pre-empted it is called brain-washing.

Supergroupies don't have to hang around hotel corridors. When you are one, as I have been, you get invited backstage.

Guilt is one side of a nasty triangle; the other two are shame and stigma. This grim coalition combines to inculpate women themselves of the crimes committed against them.

Rescuing women from their burden of unwarranted guilt is going to require 'educational practices and socializing agents' even more effective than the ones that have been relentlessly loading female humans with responsibility for other people's behavior from their earliest childhood.

Even crushed against his brother in the Tube the average Englishman pretends desperately that he is alone.

Act quickly, think slowly.

Marriage made more sense when it was indissoluble. It's the woman trying to cope with the strains of a one-parent family who will suffer most from the relaxation of the divorce laws.

The tragedy of machismo is that a man is never quite man enough.

Man is jealous because of his amour propre; woman is jealous because of her lack of it.

The high-heeled shoe is a marvellously contradictory item; it brings a woman to a man's height but makes sure she cannot keep up with him.

There are poems about the internet and about the shipping forecast but very few by women celebrating men.

Revolution is the festival of the oppressed

Loneliness is never more cruel than when it is felt in close propinquity with someone who has ceased to communicate

A garden is the best alternative therapy

In modern consumer society, the attack on mother-child eroticism took its total form; breastfeeding was proscribed and the breasts reserved for the husband's fetishistic delectation. At the same time, babies were segregated, put into cold beds alone and not picked up if they cried.

Love, love, love — all the wretched cant of it, masking egotism, lust, masochism, fantasy under a mythology of sentimental postures.

Women have very little idea of how much men hate them.

Women are reputed never to be disgusted. The sad fact is that they often are, but not with men following the lead of men, they are most often disgusted with themselves.

The real theater of the sex war is the domestic hearth.

The tragedy of machismo is that a man is never quite man enough.

Man is jealous because of his amour propre woman is jealous because of her lack of it.

Freedom is fragile and must be protected. To sacrifice it, even as a temporary measure, is to betray it.