Teach the legal rights of trees, the nobility of hills; respect the beauty of singularity, the value of solitude.

things that have cost more than they're worth leave a bitter taste. A taste of salt and sweat.

The question we do not see when we are young is whether we own pride or are owned by it.

I am sick of war. Every woman of my generation is sick of war. Fifty years of war. Wars rumored, wars beginning, wars fought, wars ending, wars paid for, wars endured.

You can't be a little bit saintly any more than you can be a little bit pregnant.

The things we felt most are hardest to put into words. Hate is always easier to speak of than love. How shall I make love go through the sieve of words and come out something besides a pulp?

Teach the legal rights of trees, the nobility of hills; respect the beauty of singularity, the value of solitude.