I'm not a slash-and-burn kind, and I'm also not a posterity kind. They just kind of exist on my hard drive. It's like walking down the street - what you leave behind is still there, even if you never go back and revisit it.

I left my mark on that man.

She liked to imagine that when she passed the world looked after her, but she also knew how anonymous she was.

Since then I've always thought that under rape in the dictionary it should tell the truth. It is not just forcible intercourse; rape means to inhabit and destroy everything.

If I had but an hour of love,if that be all that is given me,an hour of love upon this earth,I would give my love to thee.

I watched my beautiful sister running . . . and I knew she was not running away from me or toward me. Like someone who has survived a gut-shot, the wound had been closing, closing - braiding into a scar for eight long years.

Who would have thought something that happened that long ago could have such power?