The repossession by women of our bodies will bring far more essential change to human society than the seizing of the means of production by workers.

I'd call it love if love didn't take so many years but lust too is a jewel.

The liar leads an existence of unutterable loneliness.

Can individual psychic wounds really heal in an abusive and fragmented society? Audre Lorde has a poem which begins, "What do we want from each other/ after we have told our stories?" Where do we go to explore our stake with others in such a society?

Nothing could have prepared me for the realization that I was a mother ... when I knew I was still in a state of uncreation myself.

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

... if, as women, we accept a philosophy of history that asserts that women are by definition assimilated into the male universal,that we can understand our past through a male lens--if we are unaware that women even have a history--we live our lives similarly unanchored, drifting in response to a veering wind of myth and bias.