Somehow I have the feeling that in some book is the great treasure I've been looking for all my life.

In their sympathies, children feel nearer animals than adults. They frolic with animals, caress them, share with them feelings neither has words for. Have they ever stroked any adult with the love they bestow on a cat? Hugged any grownup with the ecstasy they feel when clasping a puppy?

Memory is a magnet. It will pull to it and hold only material nature has designed it to attract.

In my time and neighborhood (and in my soul) there was only one standard by which a woman measured success: did some man want her?

Teaching is the royal road to learning.

I am always jumping into the sausage grinder and deciding, even before I’m half ground, that I don’t want to be a sausage after all.

You make what seems a simple choice: choose a man or a job or a neighborhood- and what you have chosen is not a man or a job or a neighborhood, but a life.