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

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

We lie in each other's arms eyes shut and fingers open and all the colors of the world pass through our bodies like strings of fire.

The ruling class isn't dissatisfied: they are healthy, well-fed, live in beauty, enjoy their own importance: fun-loving cannibals.

I wrote to make sense out of all the contradictions I experienced and to deal with the pain and loss I was undergoing.

Every artist creates with open eyes what she sees in her dream.

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.