It is in the middle of misery that so much becomes clear. The one who says, 'Nothing good came of this' is not yet listening.

Wolves never look more funny than when they have lost the scent and scrabble to find it again: they hop in the air; they run in circles, they plow up the ground with their noses . . . .

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

The way to maintain one's connection to the wild is to ask yourself what it is that you want. This is the sorting of the seed from the dirt. One of the most important discriminations we can make in this matter is the difference between things that beckon to us and things that call from our souls.

Within every woman there is a wild and natural creature, a powerful force, filled with good instincts, passionate creativity, and ageless knowing.

The most important thing is to hold on, hold out, for your creative life, for your solitude, for your time to be and do, for your very life.

Story is a medicine which strengthens and arights the individual and the community.