But somewhere within each of us, buried at varying depths depending on the age and degree of neglect or abuse, shame or coercion we endured, there is a resistant, daydreaming, rebellious, creative, unique child -- a true self who is waiting.

This is the wisdom: If we bless our bodies, they will bless us.

Writers - we're a little crazy about how much we care about it. We spend a lot of time fussing. At least, I do.

We're changing ourselves to fit the world instead of changing the world to fit women.

The patterns that are normalized in the family - the whole idea that some people cook and some people eat, that some listen and others talk, and even that some people control others in very economic or even violent ways - that kind of hierarchy is what makes us vulnerable to believing in class hierarchy, to believing in racial hierarchy, and so on.

Inner space is the real frontier.

The future depends entirely on what each of us does every day; a movement is only people moving.