When I hear the deepest truths I speak coming out of my mouth sounding like my mother's, even remembering how I fought against her, I have to reassess both our relationship as well as the sources of my knowing.

Somedays, if bitterness were a whetstone, I could be sharp as grief.

What are the words you do not yet have? What do you need to say? What are the tyrannies you swallow day by day and attempt to make your own, until you will sicken and die of them, still in silence.

We cannot settle for the pretenses of connection, or for the parodies of self-love.

Some women wait for themselves around the next corner and call the empty spot peace but the opposite of living is only not living and the stars do not care.

We recognize that all knowledge is mediated through the body and that feeling is a profound source of information about our lives

Guilt is not a response to anger; it is a response to one's own actions or lack of action.