in freeing myself from the romantic dream of finding another man to come along and rescue me, I learned that no one can rescue me except myself.

Surviving means being born over and over.

Silence is the bluntest of blunt instruments. It seems to hammer you into the ground. It drives you deeper and deeper into your own guilt. It makes the voices inside your head accuse you more viciously than any outside voices ever could.

The future is merely a shadow which blocks out the joys of the present and emphasizes the miseries of the past.

The stones themselves are thick with history, and those cats that dash through the alleyways must surely be the ghosts of the famous dead in feline disguise.

Every time women make tremendous strides, the right wing gets terrified and creates laws making it hard to get an abortion or birth control.

Love is serene and calm