I think one of the reasons to be here on earth is to finally be who we are, at all times - to know and be predictable to ourselves.

They were so strong in their beliefs that there came a time when it hardly mattered what exactly those beliefs were; they all fused into a single stubbornness.

I got well by talking. Death could not get a word in edgewise, grew discouraged, and traveled on.

We started dying before the snow, and like the snow, we continued to fall.

I stood there in the shadowed doorway thinking with my tears. Yes, tears can be thoughts, why not?

Of course, English is a very powerful language, a colonizer's language and a gift to a writer. English has destroyed and sucked up the languages of other cultures - its cruelty is its vitality.

In our own beginnings, we are formed out of the body's interior landscape. For a short while, our mothers' bodies are the boundaries and personal geography which are all that we know of the world...Once we no longer live beneath our mother's heart, it is the earth with which we form the same dependent relationship, relying...on its cycles and elements, helpless without its protective embrace.