When someone with the authority of a teacher describes the world and you’re not in it, there’s a moment of psychic disequilibrium, as if you looked into a mirror and saw nothing.

One does not give birth in a void, but rather in a cultural and political context. Laws, professional codes, religious sanctions, and ethnic traditions all affect women's choices concerning childbirth.

Your mind now, moldering like wedding-cake, heavy with useless experience, rich with suspicion, rumour, fantasy, crumbling to pieces under the knife-edge of mere fact. In the prime of your life.

When a woman tells the truth she is creating the possibility for more truth around her.

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

Abortion is violence; a deep, desperate violence inflicted by a woman upon, first of all, herself.

Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, false namings of real events.