Learning to love differently is hard, love with the hands wide open, love with the doors banging on their hinges, the cupboard unlocked, the windroaring and whimpering in the rooms.

The anger of the weak never goes away, Professor, it just gets a little moldy. It molds like a beautiful blue cheese in the dark, growing stronger, and more interesting. The poor and the weak die with all their anger intact and probably those angers go on growing in the dark of the grave like the hair and the nails.

All women are misfits. We do not fit into this world without amputations.

Shall I tell you something I've been noticing? The mistrust this society has for women. All kinds of experts and officials are terrified because so many women are working. They really think that women have to be coerced into having babies and raising kids.

Doorways are sacred to women for we are the doorways of life and we must choose what comes in and what goes out.

Our wedding plans please everybody as if we were fertilizing the earth and creating social luck.

A strong woman is a woman determined to do something others are determined not be done.