The words are purposes./The words are maps./I came to see the damage that was done/and the treasures that prevail.

Mothers and daughters have always exchanged with each other - beyond the verbally transmitted lore of female survival - a knowledge that is subliminal, subversive, preverbal: the knowledge flowing between two alike bodies, one of which has spent nine months inside the other.

The liar leads an existence of unutterable loneliness.

Whatever is unnamed, undepicted in images, whatever is omitted from biography, censored in collections of letters, whatever is misnamed as something else, made difficult-to-come-by, whatever is buried in the memory by the collapse of meaning under an inadequate or lying language - this will become, not merely unspoken, but unspeakable.

When I talk of taking a trip I mean forever.

There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep and still be counted as warriors.

I am a woman in the prime of my life, with certain powers and those powers severely limited by authorities whose faces I rarely see.