fiction is the great lie that tells the truth

Change, when it comes, cracks everything open.

I have wanted everything as a writer and a woman, but most of all a world changed utterly by my revelations.

The only magic we have is what we make in ourselves, the muscles we build up on the inside, the sense of belief we create from nothing.

... suffering does not ennoble. It destroys. To resist destruction, self-hatred, or lifelong hopelessness, we have to throw off the conditioning of being despised, the fear of becoming the they that is talked about so dismissively, to refuse lying myths and easy moralities, to see ourselves as human, flawed, and extraordinary. All of us extraordinary

I think I would have died if there hadn't been the women's movement. It gave me a vision that I could do something different, and it gave me an understanding that I wasn't a monster, or sport, or a betrayer of my family.

Things come apart so easily when they have been held together with lies.