After all, the Indo-European word cunt was derived from the goddess Kinda or Cunts, and shares the same root as kin and country.

— Eve Ensler

Cherish your solitude. Take trains by yourself to places you have never been. Sleep out alone under the stars. Learn how to drive a stick shift. Go so far away that you stop being afraid of not coming back. Say no when you don’t want to do something. Say yes if your instincts are strong, even if everyone around you disagrees. Decide whether you want to be liked or admired. Decide if fitting in is more important than finding out what you’re doing here. Believe in kissing.

— Eve Ensler

Go so far away that you stop being afraid of not coming back.

— Eve Ensler

I am going to stop mainlining my life force / Into your self-esteem: / Air pump girl blowing up boy rubber ball / You can stay flat and go nowhere by yourself

— Eve Ensler

I despise charity. It gives crumbs to a few and silences the others.

— Eve Ensler

I finally know the difference between pleasing and loving, obeying and respecting. It has taken me so many years to be okay with being different, and with being this alive, this intense. (xxvi)

— Eve Ensler

If overthrowing some five thousand years of patriarchy seems like a big order, just focus on celebrating each self-respect step along the way

— Eve Ensler

I have always been obsessed with naming things. If I could name them, I could tame them. They could be my friends.

— Eve Ensler

In the nineteenth century, girls who learned to develop orgasmic capacity by masturbation were regarded as medical problems. Often they were 'treated' or 'corrected' by amputation or cautery of the clitoris or 'miniature chastity belts,' sewing the vaginal lips together to put the clitoris out of reach, and even castration by surgical removal of the ovaries. But there are no references in the medical literature to the surgical removal of testicles or amputation of the penis to stop masturbation in boys. In the United States, the last recorded clitoridectomy for curing masturbation was performed in 1948-- on a five-year-old girl.

— Eve Ensler

It became a kind of passion. Discovering the key, unlocking the vagina's mouth, unlocking this voice, this wild song.

— Eve Ensler