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

Latina women are proud to be called Mrs. That simply means that we have a family.

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

A runner is real when she takes the first step.

Since time out of mind, a considered act of heroism has been the cure for stultifying ambivalence.

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

When women are relegated to moods, mannerisms, and contours that conform to a single ideal of beauty and behavior, they are captured in both body and soul, and are no longer free.