I don't trust them but I'm learning to use them.

We are, none of us, 'either' mothers or daughters; to our amazement, confusion, and greater complexity, we are both.

I've had to guess at her, sewing her skin together as I sew mine, though with a different stitch

No woman is really an insider in the institutions fathered by masculine consciousness. When we allow ourselves to believe we are, we lose touch with parts of ourselves defined as unacceptable by that consciousness; with the vital toughness and visionary strength of the angry grandmothers, the fierce market women of the Ibo's Women's War, the marriage-resisting women silk workers of pre-Revolutionary China, the millions of widows, midwives, and the women healers tortured and burned as witches for three centuries in Europe.

There is no 'the truth','a truth' - truth is not one thing, or even a system. It is an increasing complexity. the pattern of the carpet is a surface. When we look closely, or when we become weavers, we learn of the tiny multiple threads unseen in the overall pattern, the knots on the underside of the carpet

We move but our words stand become responsible for more than we intended and this is verbal privilege

The will to change begins in the body, not in the mind.