My fear of anger taught me nothing.

How much of this truth can I bear to see and still live unblinded? How much of this pain can I use?

We have been raised to fear the yes within ourselves, our deepest cravings.

Even the smallest victory is never to be taken for granted. Each victory must be applauded.

Guilt and defensiveness are bricks in a wall against which we all flounder; they serve none of our futures.

Every woman I have ever known has made a lasting impression on my soul.

All writers have periods when they stop writing, when they cannot write, and this is always painful and terrible because writing is like breathing.