The wild woman is fluent in the language of dreams, images, passion, and poetry.

Bone by bone, hair by hair, Wild Woman comes back. Through night dreams, through events half understood and half remembered.

What is that which can never die It is that faithful force that is born into us that one that is greater than us that calls new seed to the open and battered and barren places so that we can be resown. It is this force in its insistence in its loyalty to us in its love of us in its most often mysterious ways that is far greater far more majestic and far more ancient than any heretofore ever known.

For myself, solitude is rather like a folded-up forest that I carry with me everywhere and unfurl around myself when I have need.

If logic was anything, all men would ride sidesaddles.

If you have yet to be called an incorrigable, defiant woman, don't worry, there is still time

I became married at a young age and had two daughters and divorced at 26. I had to go on welfare to make ends meet. I had no way to support myself.