My voice is my instrument. ... It is not in the throat, from where it appears to come. It is in my feet and how they touch the floor, in my legs and how they lift and sink with the rhythm of the song. It is in my hips and belly and lower back.

Whenever new ideas emerge, songs soon follow, and before long the songs are leading.

Time has passed through me and become a song.

The greatest warriors are the ones who fight for peace.

We who are interested in relative truth have to keep digging for it and not let ourselves be sucked under.

Once women are not excluded, I don't think any of us will give a damn what pronouns are used. That wasn't the point.

In less than a century we experienced great movement. The youth movement! The labor movement! The civil rights movement! The peace movement! The solidarity movement! The women's movement! The disability movement! The disarmament movement! The gay rights movement! The environmental movement! Movement! Transformation! Is there any reason to believe we are done?