The Peruvian flute music is . . . cool. In this music, they have not yet invented the industrial revolution that leads to excessive punctuality or the failed experiment they call the nuclear family. This is the music of elements, untarnished, unrehearsed.

Women are defined by their biography, and men are sacrosanct from their biography.

Like I'm dragging bundles of old clothes? I'm carrying artifacts that breathe fire. I'm talking about a language of smoke. These are three-dimensional creatures that can mate. I'd no more leave them go by the side of the trail than I would my child. I'll carry them until someone amputates my arms.

To be one woman, truly, wholly, is to be all women. Tend one garden and you will birth worlds.

I write a lot by sound. One sound leads me to another. These sounds aren't random; they have their own logic.

As a citizen of the post-historical variety, I am in continual mourning and prepared for worse.

If you can be anything else but a writer, be it.