good is too often allied with vulnerability and evil with power.

Certainly my inner world will never be a peaceful place of bloom; it will have some peace, and occasional riots of bloom, but always a little fight going on too. There is no way I can be peacefully happy in this society and in this skin. I am committed to Uneasy Street. I like it; it is my idea that this street leads to the future, and that I am being true to a way of life which is not here yet, but is more real than what is here.

I've had too many experiences in my life of being the first woman in some damned occupation.

Being, I imagine, must be very simple. It is Becoming which is so messy and which I am all for.

Absolutes are absolutely dangerous.

The only way I can possibly heat my so-called mind up to working temperature is to imagine I'm talking to someone I admire.

I am one of those that always get accidentally guillotined when the Great Day of Liberation comes, because ... I guess ... I am full of parentheses. Revolutions can't abide parentheses.