Maybe love is like rain. Sometimes gentle, sometimes torrential, flooding, eroding, joyful, steady, filling the earth, collecting in underground springs. When it rains, when we love, life grows.

At a time when efforts are being made to eradicate discrimination between the sexes in the search for social equality and justice, the differences between the sexes are being rediscovered.

The hardest times for me were not when people challenged what I said, but when I felt my voice was not heard.

Both love and democracy depend on voice -- having a voice and also the resonance that makes it possible to speak and be heard.

Everything about women is in perpetual crisis.

My research suggests that men and women may speak different languages that they assume are the same, using similar words to encode disparate experiences of self and social relationships. Because these languages share an overlapping moral vocabulary, they contain a propensity for systematic mistranslation.

While men represent powerful activity as assertion and aggression, women in contrast portray acts of nurturance as acts of strength.