Perfectionism is the voice of the oppressor.

The women's movement burst forth when I was fifteen. That was when I began to believe that life might semi-work out after all. The cavalry had arrived. Women were starting to say that you got to tell the truth now, that you had to tell the truth if you were going to heal and have an authentic life.

It was not facing what life dealt that made you crazy, but rather trying to set life straight where it was unstraightenable.

I've given guys blow jobs just because I've run out of things to talk about.' Oh, Rae. Who hasn't

My mind is a neighborhood I try not to go into alone.

Age has given me what I was looking for my entire life - it gave me me. It provided the time and experience and failures and triumphs and friends who helped me step into the shape that had been waiting for me all my life...I not only get along with me most of the time now, I am militantly and maternally on my own side.

Dogs are the closest we come to knowing the divine love of God on this side of eternity.